I am Caldera.  I am what is left after the explosion.

         I am Caldera.  I am formed by the blast.  I am formed by the anger rising from the center.

         I am Caldera.  At first I seem total destruction.  The blast--the anger--levels everything within sight.  The landscape is changed permanently.  The scars will always be there.

         I am Caldera.  But gradually I change again.  From a torn and blasted landscape, I can become a thing of beauty--a place of beauty--a place of new creativity.  I can become a lake whose waters reach to the very source.

         I am Caldera.  The blast--the anger--need not come.  It can be controlled.  But if it comes it need not be the end of the world.  There is still great possibility.  With Love the scars can be changed into a place of Beauty.