It is the absence of something that is powerful and destructive,
Daylight makes the beautiful dreaming towers of Oxford the stuff of art and poetry,
Absence of the light creates a different and sinister kingdom,
The stuff of nightmares.
In dreams I wander through endless halls of decaying but beautiful mansions,
Amongst the ruins peach trees grow,
They are loaded with fruit which looks perfect but has been spoiled and corrupted,
It is impossible to eat.
Our thoughts and imaginations can open up the power of God's for us,
Help us to nurture and raise our children,
Care for the vulnerable,
Create things that are truly amazing,
It can also conjure fears, hatred, sickness and degradation,
Plunge us into nightmares of our own making,
Light can change our dark world,
We can help shine that light for each other.