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He walked the long hall for the third time that day
Praying for guidance and the right words to say
His bride was imprisoned in a world of her own
Leaving him saddened, spent and alone
Stone-like she sat, her eyes vacant and weak
He touched her face gently and started to speak
“Hello my love, are you hungry, in pain?”
She gazed past his shoulders, his words were in vain
A mind-robbing demon had snatched up his wife
Stealing his happiness, his love and his life
The dreadful nightmare always ended the same
He felt cheated and angry wanting someone to blame
Her dinner arrived and he fed her with care
Seeing her helpless was too much to bear
He wiped crumbs from her chin with a soft gentle touch
He’d do anything, he loved her that much
He recalled silver laughter that kept his heart nourished
And remembered a body where strength and health flourished
She was his angel and a friend all in one
And his past and his present, his moon and his sun
He talked of their children and the life that they shared
Nothing cracked through the armor, she just sat and stared
He tried to go on as if all was well
But to see her this way was his private Hell
He opened the Bible to her favorite Psalm
And read soothing words offering comfort and calm
Though the passage was powerful, strong and true
He could hardly believe what he saw his wife do
She looked heavenward and for a very brief while
A spark lit her eyes, her mouth curved in a smile
Her shaky voice faltered, she sang soft and low
“Yes Jesus loves me, the Bible tells me so.”
Then the spark was extinguished and she withered once more
He patted her hand and walked to the door
Tears striped his cheeks as they started to fall
For the fourth time that day he walked down the hall
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