They open up with warmth
Just like you do
When sunlight makes them brave
Exposing their inner beauty
Opening up their delicate petals
Revealing.
Warmth that opens.
Delicately.
Preciously.
Raw openings
Tender core
Hidden behind the closed
Frightened unsafe cold.
Love that heals, is warm
And it doesn’t need the sunlight
It doesn’t need anyone
For you have it within.
And so do I.
Love energised courageous colour.
Healing feels raw, as the exposure to the hidden gets aired, seen, believed, held, loved.
Held and opened by love.
James Ballantyne 