The Fire

Some people walk through the fires of love

Like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego

They shine through it

Like angels

They are purified by it

They are nurtured by love

They meet the right spouse

They have understanding

Even their disagreements

Are borne of love and affection

Some others walk through the fires of love

They burn!

Some jump out before they are mortally wounded

Some get burnt to the bone

The fire of love is sometimes unforgiving

The pain of love is sometimes relentless

It cuts to the quick

It tears the marrow

Some barely escape

Some die

She had always prayed

When it is her turn to love

Lord, let it be the real deal

Those who got it right dont have two heads

For sure love will come to her

But it has to be the right one

She read books, listened to sermons

Paid attention to Love's winners

Learnt from Love's losers

Then he came

Her prince charming

A direct result of praying and watching

He was her dream alive

He was not without his flaws

But what man or woman can lay claim to perfection

The love was good

He proposed

She accepted

They prepared

Bought everything needed for a perfect wedding

The day came

She waited

She became worried

She became agitated

His phone, switched off

His siblings phones, switched off

His parents phones, switched off

What happened!

She began to cry

She knew

Love had led her here

And pushed her into the pit

Just like that

Like that...

The road was weeping blood

Their blood

That Saturday, love woke them up

Love dressed them up

Love gathered them in a bus

Love was waiting in the church

Somewhere on a bridge

7 Kilometers to her house

Death threw a container from the bridge

Crushing love's ambassadors to death

Don't tell her about love

Don't tell her about pain

Don't tell her God giveth and taketh

Don't blame the devil

If he had broken her heart and walked away alive

She would have given thanks

At least he lived

At least she lived

To love again

To try again

Just be quiet!

She mourned and made her decision

Like a robot, she faced her career

The law, the law, the law

Colleagues call her cold killer

Subordinates were scared of her

She was efficient, brutal, stoic

Nobody could reach her

She met this guy

A client

A poor client

A Christian

A mad guy

Her client's case was a sure winner

A bus driver ran into his wife and two children

Killing them

He should be like her

Except her wasn't

He was warm, congenial, caring even happy

The driver was convicted of manslaughter

Her client went to meet the culprit

Forgave him, even cried

He took her to lunch

Thanked her for trying a good case

Asked her why she was so broken

She should have been offended

But somehow she opened up

She talked and talked

He listened

He cried as she spoke

She started crying

They cried and then laughed together

He switched on the light

She had forgotten how sweet the presence of her father was

She experienced it again

As she followed him to church

She felt his love

Felt his touch

She started praying

God really never left her

She was always in His Plans

They were married a year later

They have three children