The Sun creates the space the Earth inhabits.
The energy it transforms creates the time in which life happens.
We breathe solar air. We eat solar flora.
We are so twisted up in Sun and Moon, we have no idea how dizzy we’ve become.
We are made of light and its reflection.
There is none other.
Yet high above,
In star-forged heavens,
The angel’s gleaming sword is raised.
His wings unfurl with fearless love
To turn and face,
Shadowed and writhing,
The dragon who feeds on night.
They clash beyond the sky,
Behind the darkness in the I.
His blade sings forth,
The hymn of Mi-Cha-El,
Its edge the mouth where Day and Night were named.
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