by Carolyn Hope
It’s dark. Cold. Damp. I try to look around, but it’s too dark to see. So I feel instead; my bare feet perceive cold, earthy stones. My hands touch walls of dirt. I find myself in a circular grave, waiting to die.
Tears begin to fall as I realize there’s no escape. I am young; I’m but a child. I don’t want to die!
Frantically, I cry out for help, “Is anyone there? Can anyone save me? Help! Help!” I keep screaming until my voice is hoarse and my mouth is dry. When I can no longer croak out a call of distress, I sink to the ground. It’s over.
Then suddenly, unexpectedly, finally, I hear a voice: “Hello! Is someone down there?”
I jump up to respond, but my voice breaks. I clear my throat and try again, “Yes!” All that comes out is a faint whisper. Will whoever this is even hear?
I am quickly reassured when my would-be-rescuer responds, “Don’t worry! I’ll get you out!” I hear something thunk! against the ground, and the voice tells me, “Grab hold of the rope and I’ll pull you up!”
I crawl around for a few minutes until my hand finds something coarse and thick. I grab it with both hands and tug on it slightly. Swiftly, miraculously, I am lifted out of the darkness and drawn into a shockingly pleasant light. Once my eyes have adjusted, I observe my savior. Instantly, I’m smitten. This is a man of kindness, goodness, and strength. This is a man with love in his strikingly blue eyes. This is a father.
He looks me over, making sure I have no injuries. He wipes my tears and gathers me in his arms. Then he whispers, “Let’s go home.”Like what you've read? Receive free email updates from The Voice Online: Subscribe