Reading Dante changes everything:
the vision is the fact
and the vision an eternal spring
an angel-muse makes exact
of innocence, at journey’s end
given back; one looks up into night,
one remembers what is beyond:
the empyrean, its great rose pane
(each facet like a sun is a soul
alive with holy love, alight;
bright angels racing through the whole
of it, singing, numerous as rain).

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February 2020 [1]
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Mark Kirby, retired after thirty-five years in cyberspace at the Social Security Administration, writes from his native Baltimore.
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