Dark spirits gravitate
to those endowed with greatest light,
migrate en masse, irate,
fixed on toppling spiritual height.

Instantly attracted
to opposite mystical force,
all goodness extracted,
iniquity predestined course,

they rush righteous ones, these
demons of negativity,
like kudzu covers trees,
grow in shadow, cling steadfastly.

Wherever they find good,
they would drain energy, power,
from hearts of those who would
dispel darkness, make them cower.

Beings of brightness seek
greater good, meet oppression strong,
but Love reigns when we’re weak
and, with our service, rights all wrong.

Those of the Light still shine
when attacked by wickedness;
we, branches, God the Vine
sustains, protects, will ever bless.

Only this is required:
remember who and whose we are,
hold to faith acquired,
look beyond dark sky, find Love’s star.

To heaven turn your gaze,
eternal Source of refinement.
Set fire of hope ablaze;
resist evil, soul’s confinement.