On Alien Worlds
by Michael Doyle

On alien worlds, 
There are contagions in the light.
It's played by a different set of rules
That must be kept pitch black as night.

There is life there
Swimming in the light.
It's a difference that we fear
Though we have no real right.

Evil transfers itself
Like any virus or common cold.
It's not existence but absence
Of any trace of God's presence.

It becomes something more than compelling, 
As our desires become self-fulfilling.
There is no stopping until it takes control,
And we who would master this have lost our souls.

This then is a very human story,
The one that defines our moment of glory.
It's not about falling down, but rising up,
That gains us access to the victor's cup.

It's the same with prejudice and its ways.
It spread from vessel to vessel in ancient days.
It's a sad story without any thread of dignity,
However, it has continued to play out in human history.

The only cure is that those who live by harshness,
Filling their souls and our souls with darkness,
Can also bring about peace and love by imagination.
By doing so, this is the first cause of illumination.

(c) July 30, 2025   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved