The Light Waits in Your Silence

It is 3:42 AM. The cursor blinks on a message you have typed three times and deleted three times.

The words feel too heavy. Too desperate.

Like if you hit send, you will shatter the silence forever. So you leave the screen dark.

You leave the room empty. But listen — the light does not need your words to find you.

It is already in the room, sitting in the chair beside your bed, waiting in the quiet you are so afraid to break. There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world even when the screen is off.

Even when the message is unsent. You do not have to speak to be known.

The silence is not a wall between you and the divine. It is the very space where the light lives.