Blossoms in the Night

Like so many blossoms in the night,
we unfold in the darkness, despite the darkness;
even because of the darkness.
Our might is the flow that will not sleep nor dream, even if we do.
It is Life, Itself breathing, feeling and expanding Its Heart throughout our being,
It is a dawning forever of That which presses to out-pour
and emerge from the darkest hour to the promise of its mercy and power.

Linda Willows