Shadows

What makes objects real are shadows dark
A consequence of standing in the light
Against a plain white wall the picture’s stark
We have sunny day and pitch black nights

We paint in essence  what the sun achieves
As it glows above with its bright needs
A god in ancient wisdom,  man believed
It might not rise if we did evil deeds

But God lets sun shine on us good and bad
Who knows which kind human creates hell?
A child who bites her mother and her dad
A  pilate who finds  truth is hard to tell

The shadow of the  world is our domain
Where we must live the joy and  live the pain