Electric Church (Free Form Poetry)

 Stormy haven of rushing gusts
Torrents of rain 
Endless play
Strike me with lightning
Scorch the earth
You and I, we dance
On our own sacred turf

Miles high with arms wide
Embrace the dance
Flashing fleeting lights 
 Midnight stormy trance
Take my hands and pray
In our electric chruch

Salvation and hope lie within

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