Dark, Light

One, dark.
One, light.

Black image.
Light of the world.

Dead spirit.
Eternal saint.

How can the darkness be right? And yet, she is.
How can the light be so wrong? And yet, she is.

Acceptance, love, seeking the inner being in others for strength.
Denial, avoidance, judging by appearance and a shadow of conversation.

Is she hiding something, acting out an ideal role?
Is she exaggerating her emotion, setting an example?

I can't take her side without causing an offense.
I can't take her side without losing a friend.

Why can't she see that she believes the same as we do?
Why can't she love my friends despite their differences?

If only I could show her the truth in the most profound way.
If only I could show her how to care about the most distant people.

My fear is for her fate, a friend for whom I would die without thought.
My fear is for her mind, a friend to whom I have given my heart and soul.

If the heart cannot be saved, then all is lost without hope.
If the mind cannot be turned, then she is lost to her calling.

Lord, show your love in her core and rescue her.
Lord, teach your perfection and foster an angel.

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One, dark.
One, light.