Confidence

Confidence

Listen to the lightning,
striking with precision,
knowing its vocation.

Does it stop to question?
Stop in hesitation?

Or does it simply dive through,
passing frightened raindrops,
spark of celebration,

sending off its good friends:
Thunder and Combustion.

Shouting an announcement:
the presence of its Lord!

Having reached its purpose,
smiling in surrender,
yielding to the rainbow.

It then dies regretless—
sometimes leaves a fire,
others, just the sound.