Spirited light! on the edge of the
Presence your yearning burns in the secret darkness,
O angels, insatiably into God’s gaze.
Perversity could not touch your beauty; you are essential joy.
But your lost companion, angel of the crooked wings – he sought the summit, shot down the depths of God and plummeted past Adam – that a mud – bound spirit might soar.
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