Ode to Lightning
Fast and unpredictable
flickering bodies
dancing alone
in the summer rain
As if
You
are the scope
of the divine!
As if
Your eyes
glare at mortals,
Your mundane audience.
Your power,
striking a harmonious night,
illuminating
an otherwise tranquil sky.
We merely espy glimpses
Of Your sacred face,
Your majesty,
transient yet frightening.
So much
so that
I faithfully
yearn
to strip off
Your electric veil,
to immerse in
Your grasp of storm,
to catch
Your dazzling
brightness—
to thank you
for dislodging
my fears of night,
for lighting up
the shadowed way ahead.
