A Mighty And Heavy Cross

To the darkness, I say,

do not be otherwise.

I will not blaspheme you.

I will not sell your soul.

Not to hope, or time.

I will not behold you

to love.

The world began in darkness

and rests in darkness:

everything your offspring.

To the darkness, I say,

what a mighty and heavy

cross you bear

to be mother to all things,

forsook and maligned

by your children.

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