I wrote this back in October, but I don’t think I ever published it. I was thinking about it the other day and found it in one of the old notebooks I used to write my poems in. I’m still surrounded by darkness, and hounded with the temptation to return. I could give in. I could revert back to my sinful nature. I could let the night overwhelm me. But my Lord has anointed my head with oil; He has strengthened me with His righteousness and His holiness. He seats me in the presence of darkness for me to be the light. Sure, there is darkness—but that’s only the conflict of the story. God’s light is the driving plot.