From: Danielle Ranee Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2001 01:57:17 -0700 (PDT) Subject: My Prayer (1/1) By: Destiny's Rose Source: direct Title: My Prayer By: Destiny's Rose This was written by Destiny's Rose, I am posting it for her. DRB Title: My Prayer Author: Destiny's Rose Rating: PG Classification: VA-Vignette/Angst Spoilers: Existence Keywords: None Summary: A Mother's Prayer Disclaimer: Oh! IwishIwishIwish! The X-Files and characters therein belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Television. Feedback: Drop a line and let me know what you think. agentdanamuldermd@yahoo.com (Please use the story title as the subject line so I know it's safe to open) Okay, Here we go! I cradle you against me breasts not so much for warmth as for reassurance. How long I have waited to hold you true and safe in my arms. As you are soothed by the rythm of my heart, I am soothed simply by your presence. You coo as you relax into me. Your dark disheveled hair stand- ing out against my white cotton robe. But when your eyes look up through mine, solely asking for love and protection from this cold world that is yet to be known to you-my heart aches. It aches for you, my little bundle of innocence that has been threatened beyond regard or reason for an answer only known by God and a truth only shared with your father. It aches knowing that I could have, and can still loose every- thing to men who hold a position to defend and protect, while sleeping with the enemy. To men that assume to know everything, but understand nothing. Nothing of life, honor, and ultimately nothing about the strength of love-which I myself have just recently begun to truly understand. And this, my dear William, is why they have yet to defeat us. Because they underestimate the lives that I live to protect, the love that I live to honor and the honor that I live to hold. Because even as they stood gathered around us as you were placed into my trembling arms for the first time and I made ready to protect you with my last breath-I could not truly believe that God would let them taky my prayer away. Just as I could not truly believe that your father was dead, even as I wiped away my own tears from his cold, lifeless body. William, your little chubby hands grasp my fingers as tightly as I hold onto the hope that one day you will understand why I have brought you into a world where endlessly your life is threatened by the same people who have sworn to protect it. And William, I pray that you don't think me selfish when the world has all of its weight pushing down on you-making it near impossible to bear. For as much as I need you, my dear William, I have come to realize, to understand that this world is in dire need of you too. For not only are you the hopes and dreams or your mother-you hold also the hopes and dreams of the future. William, I do not know the life that lies before us. How easy, or how hard it may be. If the men that witnessed your birth will come back for you or not-or if someone else will come in there stead. But regardless, you need not worry my child. I love you. You are out miracle and never William will your father or I ever give up or let go of a miracle. So rest easy tonight my sweet child, for tomorrow we can fight the future. The End Feedback Please! See what you've done? You've made me resort to shameless begging. agentdanamuldermd@yahoo.com