The anger came

on a freight train

long, slow car

after car

full of black

bituminous

bitterness

holding up

traffic and progress

filling up his heart

year in and year out

sometimes in

sudden bursts of the

incredible speed

of unexpected,

unanticipated, premature

tragedy conducting

the super train of death

colliding with

the heart beat

blasting blood

pressurized to

the boiling point

and then,

just then

like air out of

the proverbial

balloon, the tire

going flat

somewhere between

the video

store and the

convenient

store,

the anger got

back on the

train, the fast

one, headed

right out

out his heart

in a heartbeat

mysteriously,

graciously,

wonderfully,

joyfully,

years in seconds

out — Jesus’ peace

that passes

understanding

all in his

wife’s face.