The Storm Poem by Jean Renwick

Why does life go on
when all Hell has broken loose within?
If all around has been lost,
losing one’s self becomes the last barrier to death.

One wonders how the mind conjures up emotion.
How the attachment in the mind grows once
that of the body is severed.

The wondrous object of affection once taken,
Leaves nothing there but God.
When God was not a presence in life before,
how can he fill the chasm that now forms?

The bereavement is great.
Lightning strangely does not strike while this rain pours,
but the sun is (falsely) shining, and there is no time for rain.
Avoided like a danger zone –
To draw close one must tread too carefully.

And those in the danger zone foolishly wait for
the warning signs to be disobeyed, or
for the lightning from Heaven that will close
and mend the emptiness of a shattered soul.