Dark and Light
The wound inside is deep,
usually easily tucked away.
But if it is touched,
exposed by the burning light,
then the darkness is seen.
The wound is very old,
a bruise that never heals.
The Father's love hurts,
prodding at the darkness.
The darkness does not
understand the warm light,
and it reels in pain,
rejecting the beautiful light.
But I need it,
the living light of hope.
Be gone, bitter darkness,
for I am of the Light.
Light will cut the dark,
freeing the waning heart.
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