Open your hands
And feel the weight
You can
cover detail
But you cannot make
what is empty full
Evil is heavy
but hollow
Good is light
but dense
Good is sturdy
And unbreakable
Evil is fragile
And weak
Goodness frees your spirit
It grounds you
And orders your container
Evil frees your container
It detaches you
And imprisons your spirit
Impulse is not truth’s messenger
Its feet have left earth
A body that has left its soul
Nihilism is not truth
It doesn’t have the eyes for wonder
Evil seduces with comfort
It dulls truth’s blade
Goodness has a hammer
Discipline is its grindstone
The good is grounded
Where evil cannot stand
In its quiet solitude
It gets shaped with wisdom
Goodness is layered
And bravely translucent