Light is a lantern steadily burning in the heart;
Something that is lit by God in us from the start.
It is something that shines forth from the sacred embers
Of love, kindness, goodness, patience, gentleness, and measure.
Light shines out from the life that is selflessly lived;
From the hand firm to truth enforce, yet gentle kindness gives;
From the deed done for the sake of what is good and right;
From the heart that loves all that is lovely: from this comes light.
Darkness is a up-curling stench, rising from a corpse;
A black sickness infecting and destroying in its course.
It is a plague seeking to quench and defile all the light;
To choke out every good thing with its clouds, drowning all in night.
Darkness belches forth from the heart that lusts unceasing;
From the life lived out of self-desire, where oneself is a god for pleasing.
From the hand of violence, greed, irreverence, and vanity;
From the heart that does not love anything good or lovely.
These two forces are ever at unending struggle and war;
Darkness is cruel in its tactics, light gentle yet unbreakable.
Darkness seems to gain victory by blackest triumph;
Until all light is drowned into utter and dead silence.
Light is inevitable to rise again from beneath the waves;
Light does not kill, but seeks to swiftly save;
Like the morning's inevitable sudden dawning;
The dark conquers for a night: its time is done by morning!
Darkness all its blackest shadows may employ;
But the depth of light can never be destroyed.
When the night seems too heavy fall upon us all
Light will come with the day when shadows grow small.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem