Cynthia Clark

Lilly Cynthia Clark

It is the darkness that spawns fear. Sight unseen of strange noises. It tends to make my imagination work overtime. Thus, in the darkness, I sat. I could not sleep though I tried. How could I with the noises real or imagined creeping in my mind? I had been tired when I sat and tired still, but my thought was to move on. Rising from the floor of the cave I shone my flashlight in the direction I had come. Nothing had entered. How could it possibly? If I could not get out nothing could get in. I shone the light in the direction I was to go. It was like a narrow hallway and as I walked towards it I shivered. Dark. So, dark, empty, lonely. That is how I felt as I gazed upon my path. I heard His voice, felt His arm around me and I knew He was with me. I was safe and protected. I need not fear. His words came to me then. I had heard them many times before from my mama. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. As I journeyed further upon my pathway I realized this was not an ordinary cave. Something had happened here at one time.