Light Kneeling Beside You on the Sidewalk

The afternoon sun is unforgiving. It exposes the plastic bags on the curb, the black sacks holding everything you own, the humiliation of carrying your life in garbage bags while the world rushes past.

You feel small. You feel like trash.

But the light does not measure your worth by the container you carry. There is a luminous thought hidden inside you, placed there before you were born, that the powers of this world cannot see.

They see the bags. They see the eviction.

They do not see the treasure. You are not defined by the cardboard and the plastic.

You are the vessel of an immeasurable light that chose to make its home in this specific poverty. The middle of the day is long, and your arms are tired.

But the glory inside you is not leaking out through the tears in the bag. It is holding you together.

The light is not embarrassed by your situation. It is kneeling beside you on the sidewalk, ready to carry the other end.