It is Pentecost Sunday,
The Day of the Holy Spirit and
The Descent of the Red Cardinal
onto the Bird Feeder. His Presence
Blesses our Whole Garden. He Tilts
his Bright Red and Joyous
Plumage like a Flame
In the Noonday Sun.
He Dances brilliantly
And momentarily atop the Feeder,
Then exits with one Quick Swirl
Of Wind into the Forest.
I Long For and yet Fear
His Return. How I Want
To Stay and Bless my Own Garden
For as long as Possible.
