Light That Stands In The Spill
The afternoon light is unforgiving, exposing the stain you pray no one else can see yet. It is that cold, private dread of being ruined while the world keeps moving around you.
But there is a knowing that sees the mess without flinching, a presence that does not recoil from the soil. The light does not wait for you to clean yourself up before it draws near.
It stands in the middle of the spill and says: neither do I condemn you. Go now.
The shame does not define you. The cleaning does.
Drawing from
John 8:10-11, Gospel of Thomas 50
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