Mad

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for anger,
thorny path to passion,
showing me
what I care enough to fight for,
and whose good opinion I seek.

Blessed are You
for the reminders, daily,
that I am not in control.
I want to shout until I am,
bend the world with anger
until it makes sense,
until my children listen.

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for burning fury
unearthing expectations
I didn’t know I had.
I’m not clear on what “holy anger” is,
but I think You get mad sometimes too,
when Your kids pick on each other.
Even so, Your reckless love embraces me
when my anger is wholly unholy.