Only hours have passed, and already the world seems... less.
Less her smile, less her laughter... less her grace and beauty and love.
Her laughter and joy could overflow a room, my heart, and a thousand more... and she had a way about her, that she could somehow unwrinkle the ways of life with her whispered grace.
Even in the less, my life is more. I am more.
My greatest, ceaseless prayer was that she would be healed on this earth. I whispered it across the canyon and sang it through a sunrise. I pleaded and begged... and witnessed a miracle, and counted blessing upon blessing for the time she did have. But still, tears stream down my face in rivers, seemingly hollowing out the place where grace used to live. I know it is temporary, this gap, and that grace is not really gone, but the ache in my heart is so wide. Only because it is His, do I not question that the plan was perfect.
Fingers caress memories, and my eyes follow the loops of her words. I sob, and laugh and remember... and know that heaven is now more. Heartbreak and joy mark time, and take turns, like the ebb and flow of the ocean... until someday, we meet again.