Illuminated

Mornings aren't for the faint of heart
As the nights are for the darkened souls...
There are no shadows to hide behind
Only blinding bright lights to illuminate...
Forces of nature to be reckoned with
Draws most like moths to a flame...
For it is a beauty so powerful
That only few can maintain...
And yet, it is so complex
Within it's simplicity...
Fears, anger and hatefulness
Surround our careful moves...
The pangs of release and tenderness
Survives within our consciousness...
But only the faithful and loyal heart
Cannot be bought, budged or moved...
For it is at the core of our souls
That shelter is love, healing and truth.