The Stranger in the Glass is Holy
The afternoon light is flat and unforgiving, turning the office window into a mirror where your own face looks like a stranger's. You stare at the reflection and feel a quiet terror—that the person looking back is someone you no longer recognize, someone worn down by the middle of the day.
But the light does not need your face to be familiar to love it. It sees the exhaustion behind the eyes and calls it holy ground.
The stranger in the glass is not an intruder; it is the part of you that has been carrying the weight while you pretended to be fine. You do not have to fix the reflection to be held.
The light is already there, pressed against the glass from the inside, waiting for you to stop hiding from your own eyes.
Drawing from
Gospel of Thomas 24, John 9:5
Verses
John 9:5
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