Darkness versus Light

Last year, an interesting concept came across my field of vision. It was using arts and crafts, etc to outreach to people. The theme was darkness vs Light. Now myself, I'm not creative at all, except with words. So, after a little pleading, I was permitted to write and enter something. Below is what ensued; a poem I wrote, that is in many respects my testimony before God.

From the moment we are born, to the moment that we pass,
there is an epic struggle, for control over our soul.
Darkness that is now, or light that will last?
All that darkness does, is leave one black like coal;
whereas light is like a beacon, bright and very vast.

How do I know this, you all may ask?
Quite simply, I have loved them both.
To walk away from darkness is a choice we all must make.

For the touch of darkness is alluring, laying all other sensations to waste.
For the taste of darkness is intoxicating, the sweetest thing to touch the tongue.
For the emotion of darkness is sensual, the hearts sole desire.

I loved the darkness. I loved just how good a quick fix felt.
What I now must say, comes from my own learnings.
Darkness can be comforting, and make on feel amazing.
Last however, it will not.
For darkness is simply temporary, filling a lifelong void.
For the deeds or darkness are evil, and death is the result.

As I dwell today upon my first love, I feel sick to my core;
knowing how I let my life be destroyed by darkness' lust.

I had no hope: the pain was so raw, so fresh, so deep.
In one moment, I had lost all I'd ever loved.
All I'd ever lived for had been laid bare.
Cast into shadow, my life had become.
I had been consumed by darkness' foul embrace.

Forsaking all I knew, I wanted it to end.
Slipping into, and out of, depression; my life was simply torture.

Doing all I could to forsake my yearnings,
needing most a Saviour;
I thought I had conquered the 'invisible' so-called, God.

But somehow, the Light found me.

Into the World, the Light has come.
A living sacrifice for all to share.
Beaten, broken, shattered, silent;
yet Light won the war.

I fought, and I fought, and I fought.
I didn't want to lose my freedom, my independence, my strength by accepting Light's offer.
If I did accept, I had no control.
Doing things my way, felt oh so much better.
Yet the more I fought, the closer the Light drew me.
The more I was dared to move away, the less I could resist.

Transfixed I stood.

To give in, would show child-like dependence;
to keep fighting would show complete foolishness.
In the end, there could be nothing but acceptance.

I could see where I was wrong, but letting go was, and is, painful.

To abandon the touch of darkness is hard.
To abandon the taste of darkness is excruciating.
To abandon the emotion of darkness is almost death to me.

The Light has set me free; has made me a rebel with a cause.
It has been many things that darkness can scarcely imagine.
Most importantly though, Light suffered and died for me;
freeing me from the chains of darkness.
Rising again, the Light has brought hope.
Hope that one day, darkness would be destroyed.

For the touch of Light is soothing, replenishing the soul.
For the taste of Light is guiding, revealing the path to be.
For the emotion of Light is spiritual, it lasts beyond this life.

For the touch of Light is redemption, bringing peace to a broken soul.
For the taste of Light is reconciliation, cleansing the tongue from darkness' taint.
For the emotion of Light is salvation, purifying darkened hearts.

Battle lines drawn: darkness versus Light.
One will win, one will lose.
Darkness is condemned; the Light is glorified.
It is our choices that define who we are.
To all I do ask, which side do you choose?