A Light that Never Was from Angels Bright and Dark
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A light that never was on sea and land
Is seen by those who search for wonder. Mere
Auroras and a dawn without command
From sagas are too foreign to the sphere
This unseen light inhabits. This is light
That mystery reveals, or that is known
In secret. Saints may smell this light’s blue, slight
Aroma as it mixes with a groan
Inside the New Jerusalem’s thick gems,
Foundations made of an immortal pain,
A gentle touch that breaks vanilla stems
Of hope and joy which grow on heaven’s plain.
The mystics hear this light as it is sung
By angels who transpose Jehovah’s tongue.
~ Phillip Whidden
