A vision when the cardinal alights
and flouts his fiery plumage in the bush
I am another Moses, whose sight ignites,
who tarries like a voyeur in that hush.
A vision when the cardinal alights!
In the church of nature he tells his Homily:
There is a Hand that knows what beauty is.
There is a Healer inviting us to see.
There is a Heaven full of felicities.
A vision when the cardinal alights!