Sometimes.

Sometimes I'd like to think Satan is like Gollum.
That he was once my brother, but
with a chink of pride within his heart.
That he just fell a bit away,
and bits became great.
I'd like to think the rest of his goodness
is still there.
Still exists.
Just forgotten beneath the layers of
choice
upon
choice.
Bad
upon
worse.
I'd like to think he loves.
I'd like to think he remembers sometimes.
When he's lonely,
or sick of being alone on Christmas.
I'd like to think he misses his mother.
I'd like to think he's like Captain Hook
or Prince John...just
lost in a fairly tale for awhile.
Distracted by the sparklies in the world.
Like he forgot to grow up and be like his daddy,
find the woman of his dreams,
have a son of his own.

I'd like to think that someday he'll be there at the reunion.
Like a long lost uncle who eventually made it back.
It's just hard to imagine that a son of God,
whom the angels loved and mourned,
won't come home because he hates it's light.