two hundred-sixty seven.

twenty-one years, minus one.

and in his 21st year of living, he has to stand
in the face of reality to realize that for the
first time in his life, he won't be receiving
no mail, no letter, no card, no love, no.  nothing.

because she's in a casket of mistakes and illnesses
that have been put to rest - she's sitting in a seat of
glory, or at least he prays she is - moving with him
every step of his everyday.

at this point, he realizes that yes, there's got
to be more to life - and he's finally living it.
although he misses her - he trust that the
Father will continue to protect him.  and her.

the distance of love does not exist.
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one of those days when, the sun is shining but it's full of darkness.

two hundred-sixty six.

when beliefs take control.

believe the hummingbird when it hums its most favorite tune and inspires you to sing along too.
believe the trees when they obey the direction of the breeze and inspire you to obey the same way too.
believe the clouds when they form an object that only you are able to make out and sketch all of your desires.
believe the butterfly when it flutters and dances all around your body, not touching you and follow its lead.
believe the nature that accepts you into the day, that it was created simply to obey its Creator.

believe in her words, when she says she won't be missing for too long - there's a fire in her heart
that cannot be quieted by just your brave and gentle arms - she's still waiting for His return.

but believe her when she says, she won't be missing for too long.