House of Rage
by Marta Whitney
Dents in the cupboards
Holes in the door
Gems of our lives...
Smashed on the floor.
Holiday memories,
Shattered once more
Windows are broke...
Walls scratched and torn.
Our lives are shattered,
Tattered and worn
He rages and rages...
With hatred and scorn.
Will life ever feel
all cozy and warm,
And the feeling of tension
be gone with the storm?
Will it ever stop raging,
Taking all in its path
This storm of rage...
Will it ever be past?
Its victims are many
That live in this family,
Some manage to escape...
But not very many.
When storm's eye is present
And the waters are calm,
All things are more pleasant
We breathe deep and long.
But suddenly now
Just as quick as the calm,
Rage churns in a second...
And takes us all down.
I'm praying one day
The storm will be calmed
And blow far away...
Far away from us all.
And over our home
A rainbow will stand
The rage will be gone...
He will hold out his hand.
Peace and love will abide
For as long as it can.
I pray it's forever
With God on our side
And the peace of his love...
Will grow and survive.
