The Dream Was a Visitor
The afternoon sun is high, yet for a split second, your heart races with the ghost of a dream that isn't real. You wake up gasping, the memory clinging to your skin like cold sweat, convincing you that the terror you felt is still true.
But the light does not wait for your mind to catch up—it is already here, steady and unmoving in the middle of your day. The panic says the nightmare won, but the truth says the light has already overcome it.
You are not defined by the shadow that tried to follow you out of sleep. The dream was a visitor; the light is the room.
Drawing from
Gospel of Thomas, John
Verses
John 16:33
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