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Creative Writing: The Truth of the Moth

If I were called in to construct a religion, I should make use of light.


I would worship at the peak of the day,

Basking and glorying on some hilltop made divine by the sun,

My offering a half-hour of sapped-strength lazing.

I would not sequester my faith in dusty shadows,

Chiaroscuroing my faith between candle light and shadowed pew,

I would blaze it –

From fires and phone-screens we would beaconise our hopes.


And when they came to me stumbling from darkness

I would anoint them with sunlight.

At first backs turned to gentle warmth,

Then, turning, with ineffective eyelids they see –

The truth of the moth:

That behind the light is darkness, and behind the darkness light.


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