Lightning Strikes

Lightning strikes

Lightning strikes and splits the sky
Tearing a hole as the angels cry
Tears of sorrow, tears of joy
Hope for the morrow
Pain of the past
Washed clean by the gentle rain

Somewhere a child huddles in fear
Somewhere a mother feels despair
And a father wishes he were at home
Families torn asunder in anger
Children lost on the tide
The thunder rolls on

Somewhere a flower opens
Somewhere the sun peaks through
And the angels smile in blessing
New loves to heal the wounds
In the endless cycle of living
Laughter is mixed with tears
The rain abates to mist


Deborah Tytler