Light and darkness forge a paradox, a spectrum upon the stage.
How the characters play their roles provides no answers on this page.

Stone statues understand such plight, hope to those who follow,
A promise for today and the blessings of tomorrow.

Others extend high above, their brilliance so denied.
They are watchful of the night, an attentive and gracious guide.

Ah, but beware of the shadows, borne upon the light.
They hide in the corners, prepared for the fight.

They will beckon the flame, silence their prey.
They diminish the hope, diminish the day.

One borne upon the other, a challenge here to stay.
Acknowledging your tomorrow begins with a step today.

Yes, a paradox is waiting, grasp it by the hand.
When the light is your heart, continuous shadows forever stand.

One of my favorite poems that marked a turning point in my life.