Lightning Strikes

Storms are necessary to nourish the soul

To cleanse and refresh, it's true!

Knowing the storm will pass can be such a balm for an aching heart. I love the weaving you did in this poem. It’s beautiful.

I'm glad you got entangled in this healing; thank you kindly, Eerie.

Thank you, I appreciate your remarks Jay.

Finding belief, yet the soul weeps for past sins and present desires. is it love you found or does this allude to the divine or possibly both. This poem contains the magic of hope and the turmoil of the soul. What an amazing write.

In seeking grace, this poem rather spilled out of me. Sometimes the divine speaks this way, in ink that leaks onto the page, without much thought, guided only by the heart and intuition.

Now reflecting on a more observational take - I was seeking to understand what grace even feels like, how it may be gently laying 'in the bed I've made,' falling asleep to the sound of rain; that one need not be consumed by regret, need not loose sleep over such, that hope and renewal do come.

This poem feels like a self-soothing heated blanket I decided to turn on, and fell asleep to dream under.

Thank you for such depth of engagement!

Strong write
Optimism
Forward path

BIG LIKE

Riding out the momentum, thanks PS!

I sure hope so, this was needed.

I'm grateful you could connect on this.

This is so true!

Glad to strike a chord ⚡️

Moving forward in spite of pain.
Excellent

hugs,
buddhakitty.

As one must! Thanks buddhakitty.