Upon my outgoing journey with a message I met you. You came down the lane unconscious of the dignity of your presence and unaware of the desire you stirred in roe to do you reverence. I would have left the trivial machine I rode and placed myself on my knees in the dust to express my admiration for all you represent.

You who all day consort with the Omnipotent Goodness and in your consorting plead for such as I— obtaining for us all the graces which too often go unthanked for.

You more than stirred in me the repressed desire for solitude in which alone may we creatures touch in our timidity His Garments. Around your tunics hung the history of centuries; the memory of the prophets who sought Him in the deserts; the serenity of the decades of mystical revelation which came from Him alone; and in the folds of your raiment I caught glimpses of His Saints and consorts of the future.