The Light Does Not Flinch At Brokenness
The afternoon sun is bright, and it makes the cracks in your armor look like canyons. You carry the quiet terror that you are too broken to ever be held without caution again.
That the damage is permanent. That love will always flinch at the sight of you.
But the light does not flinch. It entered the prison of the body and spoke to the deep sleep, not to shame the chains, but to wake the one who forgot they were already loved.
You are not a project to be fixed before you are worthy of care. You are a drop from the light, sent here exactly as you are.
The terror says you are ruined. The truth says you are still shining.
Drawing from
Apocryphon of John, Sophia of Jesus Christ
Verses
Apocryphon of John 25:16-22, Sophia of Jesus Christ 93:5-8
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