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A Prayer for My Wife II Lord, my wife is a thunder, deafening and confounding. Something happened last night. I can't remember the details; it seems when I fled down stairs and closed the door, a darkness cloaked my mind, but it was likely only some combination of poor choice of words, an inability to hold my tongue, and a fair measure of exhaustion which spontaneously ignited, sparking a thunderstorm. Lord, the house charged with the electric ejection of resentment and ire. I was carried away in the roiling waters of a domestic deluge, which, in truth, I could have easily predicted and quietly avoided. Forgive me, O Lord, though it is not to You, whom my entreaty should be directed. Forgive me because you made this world a place of kindling and you placed in my mouth a tongue of flint and teeth of steel, and gave me a taste for fire. |
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A Prayer for My Wife II David Keffer Knoxville, TN November 21, 2014 |