A Disc Of Shining Light - Poem by Daniel Brick
from The Book of the Third Prophet
chapter 17, verses 11-13
The Angel Valadriel descended from Heaven to Earth, and she lived among human beings as one of them. She brought into their lives the
The angel's name was Valadriel, and she chose
for herself an uncommon destiny. From her earliest
awakening, she saw shining in the highest heaven
a disc of purest light, burning, brightening,
glistening, glowing, growing larger and spinning,
casting divine light over all of the angels.
Their wings folded, their faces radiant,
the angels were transfixed in joy,
and joy spread across the fields of heaven,
flooding the angels and also the redeemed souls
with measureless grace... Valadriel alone
was sad: she closed her eyes and beat
her wings fiercely, striving to reach
the source of the LIGHT...
Valadriel flew toward immense sheets of cosmic
LIGHT, free, untrammeled, unabsorbed. She flew
on a steep incline of the time-space energy field.
Everywhere, all through time, galaxies were forming,
suns igniting, systems colliding and making super-systems.
Valadriel kept flying, despite the paralyzing awe,
and the small doubt that was growing larger in her
But her desire was already known to GOD,
GOD had already granted her wish:
The angel Valadriel and a new Disc of Shining Light!
The Shining Disc dimmed as it descended, descending
from the highest heaven to the higher heaven it dimmed
to starlight, from there to the middle heaven it dimmed to
sunlight, from there to the lower heaven it dimmed to moonlight,
from there to the lowest heaven it dimmed to daylight. from there
to Earth it dimmed to lightless night, and there, there
to a darkness alternating with daylight
where Valadriel resides, in natural realm that is
bereft of GOD'S presence as angels and saints know it.
She spins the disc and she feels human sorrow, the light
begins to glow and she feels the weight of human sin,
the light shines feebly and she feels what humans call hope.
slowly, slowly, the disc casts divine grace among human beings,
steadily a joy spreads across the fields of the earth.
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