I put my hand on her shoulder.
What if she really doesn’t need me as much as I think she does?
She continues washing without looking at me.
She was here long before me and hopefully long after I’m gone, I continue to myself.
I walk away and continue about my unproductive day.
I return to find her in the room not immediately noticing she just got
off and upsetting call about a man who is coming to pass.
I tried to stay ajar from the ordeal as I suspected what would happen,
helping up close but holding my distance within.
But the moments are coming to pass, so I hold my tongue and listen in
Solemn Silence.
Then I think: Of course she doesn’t need me as much as I think. I’m in the presence of a woman
who has won Heaven time and again through her actions and Faith alone.
She’ll be just fine.
