Is it really true,
That there can’t be light without shadow?

No.

A powerful light,
In a flat plane,
Without any flaw or variance,
Surely the form of God!

But the plane of man is erratic,
Born from a lifetime of diversion.
Mountains cast long shadows upon it,
And caverns shelter the utter darkness,
Where the beasts of fear and pain abide.
I go to and fro on this plane,
Walking up and down upon it.
Tempted by the dark,
But guided by the Light.