The age of love

There’s a beautiful light,
an indestructible light deep within us
that is both radiant and receptive,
it doesn’t just shine, it can absorb, rejoice and weep
but more than just this, it can love, it is love,
and now, as we stand on the edge of oblivion, united in fear,
it wants to live, because this edge is the threshold to an age of love,
it is love and love alone that can remove our fear from the future,
our fear of being ridiculed and sneered at, our fear of death
and it is and fear alone that makes us hide in hypocrisy,
fear of our unspoken beauty, our unlived love
and our hidden lights.