Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Fragile

You had fallen down the stairs before,
my rough and tumble child.
And you got up to play some more.
You only had a little while.
I have brushed tears off your cheeks
and gravel from your knees.
But all our strength is still too weak
for this day's injury.

Aren't we all so fragile?
How fast we fall,
how carefully we must be handled.
How much we can take,
how suddenly we break…
Oh, how it aches to be this fragile.

You had fallen out of bounds before
with your rough and tumble heart.
But it wouldn't happen again, you swore.
When you felt that burning spark,
you brushed it off as quick as tears
so that you would be fine.
But all our strength is still too weak
to keep our strength in line.

Aren't we all so fragile?
How fast we fall,
how carefully we must be handled.
How much we can take,
how suddenly we break…
Oh, how it aches to be this fragile.

Oh God, take the pressure inside.
I am made of glass. I have no place to hide.
Can I ask, why did you make me so fragile?
Is that something you can handle?

Aren't we all so fragile?
How fast we fall,
how carefully we must be handled.
How much we can take,
how suddenly we break…
Oh, how it aches to be this fragile.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

I Hear That Train A'Coming

I hear that train a'coming,
it's rolling through the park,
and waking up neighbors
who sleep when it's dark,
and stopping some traffic,
and making cars wait.
But it's not the train's fault
if you're angry and late.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Not There

My selfish soul says,
"God, what the hell are you doing?"
                             God says,
                             "Your selfish soul's and hell's undoing."
I ask,
"God, where the hell are we going?"
                            "Not there, thank Me!"
Thank God, not there.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Eggs

Maybe they think it's time for us to go.
Maybe they want to see us move far, far
away. Maybe they know.
Time to go wash the eggs off the car.

Maybe they think that all we have is trash.
Maybe they think that that is who we are.
Someday (maybe) they'll know.
Time to go wash the eggs off the car.