Light

At first there is a gentle glow
Appearing in the dark of night,
Followed by a gorgeous display,
The herald of fullness of light.

What blessings come from light.
Green plants and fruits abound
And brightly coloured flowers too
Come suddenly surging from the ground.

Through fissures, flaws and cracks
Light must come seeping through,
Exposing dark and dangerous things
Previously hidden from view.

Opened doors receive more light,
Likewise the opened heart too.
Into these rooms floods the light
And what it touches it can renew.