Mazatlán

I've had a 

tricky

relationship

with God 

since losing

my baby. 

My prayers weren't

answered,

they never seemed

to reach

heaven. 

Then,

in a touristy,

old,

Catholic

cathedral, 

I decided to

kneel,

on an old

brown leather 

pew,

and 

pray.

In this moment of prayer

I felt

the heavens

finally

open. 

A warmth in my heart, 

and

a comfort 

 unspoken.

I begged for 

a child 

either

now,

or 

later.

And instead

of the usual 

silence, 

I heard 

the choirs of 

heaven. 

"You will 

have a child"

the voices 

replied. 

No due date assigned, 

instead 

a promise was given. 

That baby isn't here yet, 

but

I hope 

one day 

they'll be.