healing hands

the lights were dim, 

chairs scattered in random places

throughout the room. 

i was standing there, my braid hanging at my back, 

my baby in the front, our hearts touching. 

we both felt heavy, knowing we would be going to the hospital soon, 

we both could not express it fully, 

but we both knew. 

I stood there, as worship music hung low, 

floating to the Father, in remembrance, in reverence, 

in singing prayers..

I felt a strong hand on my shoulder and move down my back 

and begin caressing me in a gentle manner. 

i turned to look, 

and as my eyes traveled up, 

there you were, with compassionate eyes, 

your hand still in the middle of my back, 

i felt my braid move beneath you. 

"We'll be praying for you and Psalm,"

you said softly. 

it felt like you sensed the heaviness too, 

and you willingly leaned forward to touch it 

as you touched me.

and i felt a 

little less 

alone..