Light & Darkness: Darkness & Light

Such division: such marvelous schism: I live such division.
If not sin—the will of God—than human souls—have 
Structured God; else the Light, a portrait Dark: a mystery
Bright, and torn apart. Our schism flare, a wheel of flame;
And hiking clouds, the purest pain; and deepest pleat, the
Rift of sin, a rapt design, a portal wind; but what the heart,
From sin to grace; and what design, the Father’s face; and
Bleeding soul, a crimson fate, a garden dance, a cryptic
Trait. I speak of minds, a need to plot, a want to fly, a need
To blot; but deepest truth, the written word: the Lord is
Both—nouns and verbs; and riddle soft, a Scripture search,
A torn surprise, a cultic birth; but faith is grit, a mystic
Flare: the skies of God, the voice of prayer; and last to see,
A need to churn: the rites of life: the soul to earn.