The Disciples Of Light

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.