Grace comes back to me

When I'm loneliest
The shooting star
Reminds me
That bright and hot
The single streak
Of the sky
Can enliven hope

That a bombardment
Of astral proportions
Can join together
Souls

In gasps, hope honor
That no matter how cold
The warmth of a friend
Will endure

During the lonely thunder stricken nights
Grace comes back to me
And there is peace

God grants solitude
To hear the heart think
And to know
The comfort
Of the beautiful being
That resembles truth
Is always present
Within

On the loneliest
Thunder stricken nights
The heart roars
With passion
And I am lit aflame
Be it by the altar
Or my soul without a name.