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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Consuming Love
[time] => 2013-01-16 19:30:49
[hometext] => In the seventies there was an accident in town where several teenagers were trapped in a burning car. Their screams were slowly engulfed by the flames. The town was traumatized. The impact of this experience caused me to know that if any child of mine
[bodytext] => A Pure and Consuming Love ...there was a hissing; a hissing muffled by an immense ethereal silence, as if all was taking place within the hushed and sacred stone walls of a supernatural gothic and holy cathedral; a consecrated sense of the sacrosanct was all about. ...he was pulled from the mass of tortured metal, dazed, confused, uncomprehending, at first... ...aware of a looming devastation, whispering tersely amongst themselves, they made him sit, head between his knees, breathing deep, almost sobbing... ...fighting the mind numbing explosions in his chest, attempting to detect even the smallest fragment of order, purpose, logic, desperately wresting control from his adrenalin rich blood; .his first words, "My daughter..." ...then, a rasping gasp for breath... ...determined, he raises his head, "Where is my daughter..." ...glances ricochet like hot lead in a pillbox, ...no one answers... ...as he struggles to rise a voice claims, "We've got her." "She's okay." ...not trusting the sacred to tentative strangers, he reacts, this time rising to his feet, his eyes darting, piercing, demanding, commanding... "Where..." "Where..." ...another voice claims, "She's okay..." ...his body now darting in sync with his eyes, his senses becoming acute, he smells, and instantly sees the ebony ribbon curling its way heavenward... ...his cerebrum explodes with seratonin, his heart once again floods with adrenalin... ...left behind, his body stumbles angularly towards the twisted wreckage... ...pushing and pulling against restraining Samaritan arms, shoving and finally powerfully thrusting, he clears a path to his child, and the ebony ribbon becomes a thickening charcoal column... "She's stuck," a voice offers... "We can't free her right leg," another voice informs... ...then, "Daddy...Daddy," her little voice.… a voice emanating such trust and belief, such sacred trust and belief; a voice gushing unreasoned confidence; a voice conveying ultimate faith; "My daddy's here…I'm gonna be okay…" this little voice barely whispers, as the thickening charcoal column begins to speak... ...he snuggles in close and brushes a lock of hair from her tear stained cheek, "I'm here, Honey..." ...he cradles her head in his hand, his right hand; "Daddy's here," his voice soothes... ...as the caring hands of others are gently tugging at him, consumed with thoughts of mere survival, and pulling him from his daughter, a Godly calmness of spirit envelopes, permeates this father's soul; a strength from beyond causes such a softness to flow within... "I have to pull, Honey..." "It might hurt, Sweetie-pie..." "I Love you, Precious..." ...and with every gentleness he exhausts his determination to separate himself from the mangled steel, as the mumbling flame begins to creep... "Daddy...Daddy...I'm scared, Daddy..." his little one whimpers weakly... "I know, Honey..." "I know..." "Me, too..." "But, Daddy will not leave you...Honey..." "I will not leave you..." "Not ever..." ...the pulling and tugging and garbled warnings become intense, and then fearfully desperate, as the creeping flame becomes a low crackling... ...wrapping himself about his child, his right cheek crushed against her left cheek, her stubby little fingers nestled securely in his, he positions himself... ...a daddy's last defense. against this world's onslaught.. ...yellow devouring tongues now lick at his back, singeing his hair, bubbling the skin of his neck... ...teeth clenched, he clutches his little one as if the power of his spirit could somehow protect... ...their would be rescuers driven away, father and daughter are alone; only the three of them remain. "Daddy...Daddy..." terror, fear, "My foot, Daddy...it hurts! Daddy..." ...words muscle a path through grinding molars and grimacing lips... "I Love you, Miss Gail..." "Daddy's here, Honey-pie..." "God! God Almighty, Honey, I do Love you..." ...while flames viciously satisfy their demonic appetites, possessed of a fatherly desperation, he tenderly smothers his little one to his chest with a pure and consuming Love. Then... ...then [comments] => 3 [counter] => 270 [topic] => 21 [informant] => enigma [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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