In the heart of Italy, where sunsets bleed, A man of God rose, his calling to heed. Robert Bellarmine, a name so divine, Cardinal of the Church, in wisdom, you shine.
Cloaked in red, your soul ablaze, Guiding the faithful through the maze. Your voice, a hymn, in the holy hall, Summoning the seekers with your call.
In the Vatican’s shadow, you found your light, Guiding the Church with faith and might. Bellarmine, holy and wise, In your teachings, truth lies.
Through the fog of dissent, you were the beacon, Your wisdom, a river, ever in season. In the face of heresy, stood tall and bold, A defender of the faith, a sight to behold.
Your words were like sonnets, sown with grace, In the fertile minds, they found their place. The pen was your scepter, the book your crown, In the cathedral of wisdom, you wore the gown.
In debates, you danced with eloquence, Your arguments were walls of defense. Piercing through the noise and the chatter, Making sense of what truly matter.
You painted with scriptures, a work of art, The canvas – a believer’s heart. A cardinal, a saint, in red and gold, Your story, in hushed whispers, is told.
Through centuries, your legacy prevails, In the heart of the Church, your wisdom hails. Robert Bellarmine, in faith we bind, Your love and teachings, forever enshrined.… Read the rest