There is Light
And there is Darkness
And we are glass.
Purified
So Day can shine through us
Illuminating hearts,
Changing lives.
Or clouded
So only Night can glare
Shriveling flowers,
Darkening worlds.
We may be warped by our choices
Whether Light
Whether Darkness
Until we can no longer change sides.
Set for good
Of locked on evil
Until
We
Break
And the pieces still reflect an every growing gloom.
But there is mercy
For the Glassmaker knows
When what passes through us is not ours,
And hating the darkness,
He still does not hate our form,
Our crystalline hearts.
He still wishes
To save us
From ourselves.
There is Light
And there is Darkness
And we are glass.
Copyright 2015 Andrea Lundgren Photo by quicksandala, Creative Commons
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