Epoch Of Darkness Poem by Patti Masterman

At one point in the deep past,
The whole universe lit up
Like an immense skyscraper, at dusk:
The stars all blinked on;
A perfect solar energy source,
To run a world
To illuminate a cosmos-
But we, birthed in the planets tides
Are still in our own
Epoch of darkness:
Still fighting for light
For understanding to dawn.
If everyone could fill
Their inner dimensions with
All the souls brilliance
It would spill over
Into the macrocosm,
An endless supply.
The light of love
Could brighten our way:
There's no confusion or indecision
When love is the only motive.