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TITLE: Cynthia, my Love | Previous Challenge Entry
By Dave Walker
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The sky was blue, the sun shone bright
I travelled on the road of life
And Cynthia was my delight.
My husband strong who loved me so
And Cynthia born just five months past
Gave me a heart that sang God's praise
Made me secure and held me fast.
Cynthia, new and gurgling still
Made my life a paradise
With chubby cheeks and soft, soft hair
And rosebud mouth and violet eyes
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I'm travelling with my darling girl
The country road completes the scene
The sky is blue, the sun is bright
All around is lush and green
My heart is singing as I ride
The road ahead begins to rise
When suddenly I cannot see
The blinding sun is in my eyes
The tyres are growling as they hit
The roadside's edge; I've lost control
I yank the wheel and as I do
The lurching car begins to roll
I'm whirling, bouncing, tossed about
When suddenly the door flings wide.
As if plucked by a giant hand
I'm thrown into the air outside
I'm on the ground and my first thought
Is Cynthia -- where's my precious girl?
She too was thrown and there she lies
Beside the wheel where she's been hurled.
I pick her up, she looks intact
With not a mark to show she's hurt
I hold her in my trembling arms
And wipe away the grass and dirt.
She's breathing still, but not awake
She hasn't opened her sweet eyes
And as I hold her in my arms
Her breathing stops....... My Cynthia dies.
An earthquake shakes the ground
There's terror all around
I'm crumpling deep inside
My Cynthia has died.
There's panic and despair
I'm battling for air
My head is in a spin
My world is caving in
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The doctors in the hospital
Are gentle as they fix my leg
That's torn and shattered like my soul
That can't believe my Cynthia's dead.
I'm coming home. It's been so long
The surgery took many weeks
I missed her burial, now her room
Is cold and empty, oh so bleak
I think of her within that grave
It's cold, my child, I want you here
To keep you warm and hold you tight
And take away all pain and fear.
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Week through dreary week I drifted
Alone
With my thoughts...Dark thoughts
Condemnation, bitter regret, loneliness
And pain
Oh, the pain.
Convulsing, crippling, sobbing pain
Heart wailing in a black vacuum.
How I missed my Cynthia.
They fixed my leg, but they couldn't fix my soul.
The weeks became years
The landscape desolate
Everything dry
And dead
Bare, burned trees
In a dry desert.
Years of wandering
Arid years.
A dead baby
A broken marriage
And a broken heart.
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I'm on my father's lovely farm
Though I can't see its loveliness
I'm walking through a field of maize
Still buried in my loneliness
A thunderstorm has sent the rain
The birds rejoice and ride the sky
And music fills the clean washed air
They're singing to the God on high
All around is majesty
The towering, purple clouds of rain
The backdrop of a mountain range
The fields of green and ripening maize
Suddenly I see His hand
His glory fills the earth and sky
He's there for me in all my pain
He's seen my tears, He's heard me cry.
And with that comes a sweet release
God pours His love into my soul
I feel Him in a brand new way
I feel Him make me whole
The life of God comes rushing in
The desert feels the welcome rain
I feel my spirit stir within
And green shoots start to grow again.
The healing that took place that day
Has stayed with me throughout the years
God's filled me with a deep, deep love
And joy's replaced those bitter tears.
My faithful God has rescued me
And to the end He's kept His Word
He's brought me through the deadly vale
To pastures green where all is good.
"Suffer the little children to come to Me... for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven."
This scripture -- inscribed on Cynthia's gravestone -- brought the comfort that she is safe with Jesus.
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Well Written.