Two Sides of a Coin

I walked so far through wind and hail tramp'd through dark canyons cross green fertile vales, searching, still searching in a sort of vision quest divine spark is the question 'fore my soul finally rests, the faces I've seen the troubles I've met finding black hatred interest on Adam's debt, tho' ev'ry once in awhile under a glowing moon's face I'd meet a rare angel in a warm safer place, so dark angels below above brighter stars either of us here as we choose who we are, for in all of my wanders startled, I now see that the god isn't out there he's hidden in me...