Flash of Lightning

Flash of lightning reaching down
from that once clear blue sky.
Startling, the lies and alibis,
of what so many call the civilized.

Thunder, deep and booming voice
of natural and cyclic choice.
Insistence born without the anger.
Loving nights that never blame her.

Earth - and we, mere particles,
constantly reborn of her own soul.
How great the whole
of her creative blessing.

Flash of lightning reaching down
drawn into the love that she abounds.
Become her love and live the glow
of the source of life itself...

? Michaelette ?

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