It began innocently enough. An exchange of opinions regarding spiritual beliefs. And in the course of that discourse, I dug up the link to this particular video of “Lightning Crashes.”
And so it began.
I’ve been listening to the song (watching the video, occasionally) all day long. Over and over and over and over again. Floodgates open. Torrents of tears.
The lyrics are sufficiently ambiguous that any listener can react in accordance with whatever moves the individual soul. And I did...
mindful that the band, Live, dedicated this song to a woman who died too young.
I’ve been crying all day.
Not because a woman has died.
Because a woman I love with all my heart fights to live.
I stand alone in the far distance. Powerless.
All I’ve got is prayer, and I’ve done little to warrant God’s affection or mercy.
But I’m not too proud to beg. So I beg. With every fiber of my being.
Not too proud to bargain. Take my breath and let another breathe.
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