Along our journey in the world,
as ties that bind begin to form,
we open up with faith to those
who show us how to fend alone.

We trust in them and in their oath
to be the ones who fight and roar,
so we are safe, so we grow strong,
the bond created feels like rock.

But from erosion rocks give way,
our solid trust cracks at the base,
undone by someone who we thought
would never do us harm or wrong.

A lightning bolt strikes at full force!
Crushing the heart, shaking us whole,
and through the madness of it all
we can’t see clearly far beyond.

We do not know that like in sand
the lightning blow has left behind,
something so shimmery and bright,
a hidden treasure made for us.

It’s when enough time passes by
that we can clear and dry our eyes,
catching a glimmer from the glass,
which lighting sculpted in our hearts.

That glass is called a fulgurite,
born at the moment of the strike,
ensuing chaos, leaving a hole,
but with a pureness at its core.

The day we reach way deep inside
and find the glimmer we once saw,
we’ll know that through the initial fog
there was new brightness all along.

We will begin to understand
there is a beacon hidden there,
new paths it can illuminate,
help others’ darkness dissipate.

Let’s seek beyond the same old pain,
beyond the scar that lighting left,
unearth the shine within ourselves,
embrace our might, begin again.