love is a mysterious thing. it is something that we all need yet, something that so few of us know. for those who find true love the sweet rapture will never last, for we are surrounded by death and chaos. oh to what a sad end we traverse if we know not eternity.
THE HISTORY
for this man, the thief that threatens love, is named Cancer. ever since I was a boy I have know of his dastardly escapades. how he robs the young and the old. how he reaves life from the guilty and innocent alike. as a young man he was of great help to me. you see, he destroyed a great enemy of mine, my grandfather. this man of my own bloodline was the apotheosis of all I hated. the pain that he had caused my family brought me such misery as I have never known. this suffering drove me to wild plans of homicide and torture that would rival in his life the suffering that he had caused the ones I loved. so, you might imagine my wonder and relief, then when old Cancer beat me to the punch. in honesty it was not much of a surprise when I thought it through. grandfather had invited Cancer to live with him on many occasions and often the two would spend hours enjoying a smoke on the porch or some other vice while abroad. to me it all seemed quite fair. though grandfather's death hurt the family, for me it meant an end to the ongoing suffering, an end to the fear. for this I thanked old Cancer and we went our separate ways.
THE REALITY
this morning when I awoke heard Cancer's dastardly cry just outside my hearts window. when I opened the window to chastise the fellow it was me who received a blow. for there only just beyond his shriveled fingers was the body of my dearest love. there in the dim morning light I saw him crawling toward my wife. "NO!" I screamed in a panicked frenzy, yet as I launched toward the villain it was only moments until I realized he was far my better. wresting being proved of no avail, I resorted to shouting. "THIS IS NOT FAIR! I DID NOT BID YOU COME THIS TIME!" I half shouted half cried. "DON'T YOU SEE, THIS ONE DOES NOT DESERVE IT!" but, Cancer seemed to pay me no mind. His eyes fixed on my bride. what was I to do? knowing that no weapon made by human hands could kill the felon I sat firmly down and began to weep. unable to keep the life of my beloved beyond the icy grasp of this menacing murderer. I am the one thing a man hopes never to be...
completely helpless I sit in this window now, weeping so that it would shame even a child. for in our souls are we not all children? our strength is so often exaggerated and overstated. our wisdom so often over-inflated with the growing of our ego. yet, this child has only to plead with his Father.
DADDY, I am yours, all that I have is yours I live in your house and eat the food from your table. I have married a bride from your line, yet now I am so afraid. I am so scared that you do not know the future. I fear that maybe your hand in not so sovereign as I once thought. you alone know the depths of my loneliness before Caitie came to me and now I fear that again. if you let this thief, Cancer, steal her from my very arms I know that you will still be good. only, I am so afraid. I am so weak and I am so aware of everything that I lack. I trust now only in you. be good as you have promised. do only that witch will bring honor to your holy name. though these words cut me to the core I pray only what will bring you the most honor. for you deserve all the glory for you have ransomed men with your life. to you be all glory, though it cost me all I hold dear.
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