Lightning

a poem about being struck by the fire of creation

I didn’t know I’d meet lightning

And feel safe to play in Her storm

I didn’t know fire can strike

And not burn

I hadn’t seen golden eyes

Illuminate a circle

Of belonging

And in a flash

Invite golden edges

Of becoming

What a powerful invocation

This celestial spark

This sacred thunder

Carrying us

On an arc of rhythm and song

Such luster and buzz

Coursing our hearts into one

I am ready

For my night sky

To turn

To light

I am ready

To be the ground

For firestorm

I am ready

For my earth

To turn

To ash

∞

May you feel inspired and safe to play in the fire of your creation.

With gratitude,

Aaron Michael Brice