Her soul proclaimed the greatness of the Lord who dwelt within her belly, and her mind. The light shines on, the humble are restored, and food and mercy given to mankind. That day she saw the everlasting light she memorised, and treasured up inside, investing for the fading of her sight the hope that living light had never died; till hope itself within her arms lay dying, a frozen journey, ready to embark, and nothing more is left for her but trying to comprehend the greatness of the dark; yet somewhere shines the light, in spite of that, and silently she sighed magnificat.
There's something lacking in this one. I keep thinking there's a straightforward way to fix it, but I'm not sure how.