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I sit with her close, sad, silent, beautiful…met at fifteen. Wed for oh
these many years: solid church, a family, nice brick house, pastor
loved like father, a church home envied. Buddies share long lazy,
hunts, clichés and snippet’s of Bible verse to base a life. An ache, a
whisper of despair pervades. Depression creeps, stomach heaves, a hidden
snare, a silent predator stalks, stares, to himself he laughs, aware.
Unsuspecting, sad, a need for peace, full of respect, lead her to his
lair. Horror looms dark…a feigned friendship, sage advice, memories of
home and father, …So much comfort, security always at a price. In fleeting
sleep she floats aloft while probing hands steal her youth. A predator
waits in robes of white. He Knows her secrets, her hidden dreams. A quiet
office, arms that hold, deep sighs, eyes closed in trust. A place God
surely lives, dark, warm, secure, safe, no place else to be.
A vacant leer where once a smile resides, with eyes that lie, hands
that rip and touch and steal innocent flesh…the one who prays becomes the
prey. Dad’s little girl, a mom to hug, a wife to love…. now raped with
scripture’s blood in pastor’s putrid way. Old friends look away aghast
hold hate and blame for innocence past. God and Angels bleed cold tears,
husband cries, children fear, father sighs. Only sleep delays the pain, a
sleep impossible to gain. Years passed by, a loss of life precious gone,
eyes starring out at dawn…prayers to God to take us home. Kev’s flashing
webs, Gerri’s word’s that love, friendships gained for life. New friends
found, she is believed… Small light beams in clearing mist, Spirit
whispers, silent growing hope begins, pain recedes and life returns, a
smile once more her face adorns.
Written by a Loving Husband
(Thanks to our Friends at AdvocateWeb)
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