Dear friend...

I write to you.

You are here

In this new year

Called twenty twenty-one

I call it that, too

But just recently

I saw differently

2, 0, 2, 1

2 to 0

2 to 1

And Perhaps

like I did

you ask

"These numbers 

aren't consecutive

What sort of math

is this?"

You see

This thought

questioned my goals

raised a number of what ifs

What if 

along this year

my plans

refuse to work out?

What if 

my 2 

falls to 1

or goes down 

to 0?

At this, I cringed

2021

yet again

We may go up 

We may go down

We may succeed

We may fail

We may laugh

We may cry

Again

another reality

hit me hard

And this time

I really laughed

The reality

that when this year

we count 

1, 2, 3

There is a force

that keep us going

And even if

we happen to fall

2 to 1

2 to 0

there is a hand

that holds us up 

a power 

that lives in us

so that 

even after the seventh fall

we rise

My dear friend

This is Twenty twenty-one

2, 0, 2, 1

Go 

with these realities

Chuck what ifs

and embrace 

all your God is

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