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.