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.