“Vadam, et videbo visionem hanc magnum, quare non comburatur rubus”
-Exodus III
I was not herding Jethro’s flocks on Horeb But merely walking for pleasure along the road And like Moses I saw a burning light And turned aside to see what it might be
There with my stick I pushed aside a bush And beheld, sparkling in the morning sun Flung into place by some man’s mighty arm And not decayed or dimmed by weather or time