The darkness and the disorder

Are not mine,

Anymore than the light or the life is;

But I am finding a comfort in them.

They seem a part of the fabric

Of being human;

The dirt and the earth,

The mortality and the sin.

I can gaze

At the beauty of the sun,

Feel it and cherish

The light and the warmth;

But I know full well

It is just a distant hope,

A dream,

A prayer.

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