Heaven's Flare

In that heart pounding

moment of rumble and roar,

when the sky’s quiet is shred

by streaks of white fury

and night’s veil is torn

from that crooked illumined finger,

one can’t help wondering if that spark

might have came from God’s finger.

 

It is that strike in such ominous glow

that reminds perhaps there is more to what is above

than the endless stretch of turquoise silence.

 

For within the soul there is felt heaven’s flare

set afire by an eternal match,

to ignite out thoughts with that awareness

how small we are even in our greatness.

 

So easily life can change

what we think is calm

can suddenly become chaos

while nature obeys the call

from an unseen hand.

 

Afterwards that one flash

is scored so vividly in our thoughts

as an etching we either see

made by an immortal artist

or merely Mother Earth’s random act.