The Light and the Dark
The Light and the Dark
I walked into my room to find the light
Kneeling in prayer.
Who are you praying to? I asked.
The dark, the light said.
Is the dark your god?
I wouldn’t be praying to it if it wasn’t.
How do you know you’re not the dark’s god?
I don’t, the light said.
That night I asked the dark
If it hears the light’s prayers.
No, the dark said.
Are you in touch with the light?
Yes, I said.
Ask it if it hears mine.