If one is all and all are one,
Then why such trouble on this earth?
And why, beginning at our birth,
Do struggles keep us from the sun?

When night arrives and day is done,
We make our choice: To light the spark
Or wander stumbling through the dark…
We may not see, but we can hear
The inner voice of faith or fear.
And which we follow leaves a mark!

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A Decima for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 31: (ONE) in the A rhyme line.