{POETIC HEALING} The Gifts of Dark and Light

At dawn
The sun seems not to play a role
In the fierce heat of the later day
In her dawning, she is light and free

Yet in her fullness
Her intensity sets fire to all she touches
Igniting passions to rise
And burn

And in the evening
The sun mercifully gives way to sister moon,
Her mystical softness hanging in the nighttime sky
Cooling down the tensions risen in the day

Turning passions into prayers
Heat into humble admiration
For the gifts of dark and light