Lighting Storm
The night sky is alive.
As light fires to my eye;
The flight of heaven’s ride,
Across this dark abyss;
Light sizzles up the night;
I sit and watch the sight,
Of a voltaic tide;
Afraid of the slightest kiss;
A touch from the electric mist,
Will scar my nocturnal bliss;
Amps in each streak of white;
Hold power to take life;
Yet, rarely does it strike;
Mostly just lights the night;
A glimpse of celestial might;
A charge full of wrong and right;
For some men take delight;
While most men flinch in fright;
Think on this if you like,
Just a form of God’s light.
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