When darkness descended rotation became reeling, and orbit a free fall. But against the blackness a multitude revealed: celestial spheres weeping a bitter cup. Running over, it eclipsed the Son whose halo trickled o’er the sacred struggle. Light would not withdraw— reeling became re-turning and free fall, ascent. How can we go on hoarding the light as if saving
“Light would not withdraw—
reeling became re-turning
and free fall, ascent.” Masterful! Thank you for this glimpse.