This life is a storm
with it’s huge crashes of light
It’s nourishing rain
it’s pressing winds
the scurrying leaves
the utter, consuming blackness
And the moment I say, “It’s dark!”
the lightning brings to stark reality
the unmistakable outline of the world
And surely with a light as powerful
as profound and moving as that
It could never be dark again
Yet this thought is not yet complete
when obscurity falls like a thick blanket
and muffles the very fiber of light
The rain that feeds the world
pelts my face without mercy
the winds that press and worry
sweep the landscape clean
like a mother with her trusted broom
And in the face of black and white
the how are you doing’s
it’s impossible to express
the everything of nothingness
the sheer joy and crushing despair
that I eat together, day after day
so to the questions I will reply
This life is a storm
How can I say more?