To God's ear

I was in the At&t store today and an older Black woman from Trinidad was waiting ahead of me when she got a call. Maybe from her granddaughter or some other kin. I could hear the woman on the other end of the line sobbing heavily. "Stop crying while I pray." And then right there she prayed for her. And I felt all of it like she was praying for me. And when she was leaving she shook my hand and held it longer than a shake like she knew.