Stranger In My House

You know that eerie feeling

You get when something's wrong,

When you're anticipating danger

And the minutes seem...oh....so...long?

 

I had it just the other day

The epitome of a louse

As I discovered the feeling came
From the stranger in my house.

 

From where I stood, I watched this man

With boldness, he walked in.

He marched through the living room

And stopped inside the den.

 

He opened all the doors as if

In search of a particular thing.

He was distracted, not one bit

By the phone as it began to ring.

 

Those piercing eyes searched the room

For an object not in view.

They landed on a leather black book.

I didn't know what to do.

 

He turned the pages, one by one

Until he found the dove.

The message must have been most powerful

For he looked the picture of love.

 

I ran to read the message

That had caused this man to cry.

My hands trembled, my knees fell weak,

I know it was no lie.

 

The message put in that black bound Bible

To the stranger in my house

Had turned the heart from stone to flesh

Of my husband, my mate, my spouse.