Lightning

This is a little poem that came to me whilst gazing heavenward during a nice thunderstorm a couple of nights back. In the absence of a camera, and the presence of a belief in the underlying commonalities between different forms of human expression, I figured a poem would be
a nice way to capture the moment.
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O great spears of Thor!
What is it that you seek to speak?
Flashing your wonder and majesty,
Piercing the realms of the night and beyond.

Is that a song of praise you sing,
When you lighten up the canvas up high?
A new song for every time,
For the One who pets your infinite might.

In you are born a thousand suns.
From you stand defeated the darkest nights.
Amongst all of nature's magical rights,
You find your worthy place and time.

Are you the fueller of the world's hearts?
Is it your embrace that frees the bound enslaved?
All these venerate your immaculate embellishment.
Lead us to your Master, O one untamed!

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