He wrote her a strange little note about faith.
Something about it having substance.
He was the last person who should write it.
He was the last person she thought had it.
She looked at him and said
"Not him." and shook her head. "Not him!"
But she did spot faith, maybe for the first time.
It had to do with the tiny speck of a twinkle in his eye
and a quiet prayer he said in the corner that night
as he leaned against the wall and smiled -
a prayer burst of love from his father.
Now that doesn't happen too often,
a prayer to communicate so quickly
and actually activate that powerfully.
But since he had it - faith - it happened.
Perhaps for the first time, in a long time
he was young again and hopeful.