• I met my father at church late, he only wanted to go for a walk. Thats all. I told him I'd no longer be going to service with him, as painful as it was.
    I walked in hoping that no one I knew would still be there, especially her. But, she was there, with her head bent in prayer, keeping her eyes closed holding hands with the 3 others at the table. I walked by several times thinking to myself
    "Hey you there with your head bent in prayer. You dont see me, you with your eyes closed...those beautiful hazel eyes, that I'm glad arent open...you dont see it, the mess I am... What are you praying for? how do you feel?"
    I walked by several times looking her straight in the face, all the while, she kept her eyes closed, and silent, while another person prayed over the bible.
    Her, with her head in prayer, I loved more than anything. Her with her head in prayer, I'd be leaving. Her with her head in prayer, will never miss me the way I'll miss her. Her with her head in prayer, the most beautiful, kind soul I'd ever known. Her with her eyes closed...she never knew.