The Disciples Of Light Poem by DM W

The disciples of light
See the nobility of nature
Everywhere they roam.
Thus the verdant fields
& flowers & stars
Are the sweetest of things.

The disciples of light
Love the whiteness of purity.
For them a virgin birth
Is the highest attainment.

The disciples of light
Are often oblivious
To the shadow
Lurking within the psyche.

Indeed, the disciples of light
Have never created
Anything but a ripple
On the surface of things.

The disciples of light
Have never got their hands dirty.
Thus reality's varied contents
Will always elude them.