Light Does Not Age Within Cracking Clay
The afternoon is the long middle of the day, where the light feels flat and the body feels like a stranger you are dragging through the hours. You catch your reflection and do not recognize the lines, the slowness, the quiet betrayal of the flesh you once trusted.
It is easy to feel that the light is fading because the vessel is wearing thin. But the light does not age.
It was there before the first wrinkle formed, and it will be there when the hands can no longer hold a cup. You are not the decay you see in the mirror — you are the immeasurable light shining through the cracking clay.
The change is real, but it is not the end of your story.
Drawing from
2 John, Sophia of Jesus Christ
Verses
2 John 1:2, Sophia of Jesus Christ 93:5-8
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