Twenty thousand feet above you, my children
Five a.m. and losing time
Everything is dark.
The haze is blue and grey and murky
Deep, where is anything?
But far, far away that pale strip of orange grows
Glows clearer into open blue
Slowly
Only moments since it bathed us red
Deep and painful like
Coagulating blood.
Do you see? Do you see?
Do you understand?
The Son is rising on your night!
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