ANGELS are bright still, though the brightest
fell.
But tell me,
tell me, how do you know
he lost any of his brightness in the
falling?
In the
dark-blue depths, under layers and layers of darkness
I see him more like the ruby, a
gleam from within
of
his own magnificence
coming like the ruby in the invisible dark, glowing
with his own annunciation,
towards us.