ALL THE RAGE

 I shouted and screamed and ranted and raved

and beat with thunderous fists upon your chest.

I demanded “Why?” and “How could you?”

“How dare you?”; “Why didn’t you?”

I wouldn’t let the matter rest.

 

I slammed doors and paced floors

and berated you …. and me

for all that wasted praying time

for things that were never to be.

 

‘cause the answers weren’t right

or the answers weren’t there

or the answers were my

very worst nightmare.

 

And I asked you “Lord,

what do I say to distraught people

 who asked me to pray

then lost their loved one anyway.

  

I want to turn away from you

to put my trust in something true.

Yet when I drop your hand from mine

I find our lives are intertwined,

and everywhere, in every place

I find I’m staring at your face.

 

I’ll never, ever understand

why the answer had to be “no”.

I just want to be rid of you

but I find I can’t let you go.