Lightning is never caught
Yet hope possessed quickens the soul,
An iron heart now wrought,
Now giving light from its black hole,
Love is the light it can’t control.
In its softening glow,
The light shines to care and console,
The mind may never know,
Why love can’t be held but let go.
A heart endlessly emitting,
The splendid light it throws,
Obtaining peace without regretting.
Faith and hope is the lightning of love,
Heating hearts with light it was once barren of.
By Chris Clody 5/21/2014