The Glimpse Before the Pain Returns
The alarm rings in the dark, and for one breath, you forget. You wake with a surge of joy, a word already forming on your tongue, ready to tell them the dream you just had.
Then the memory crashes down. The silence of the room returns, heavier than before.
You have to grieve them all over again. In this hour, the forgetting is not a failure.
It is a glimpse of the world as it truly is — where death has no final say. The light inside you remembered what your mind forgot: that they are not gone, only hidden.
The grief is the price of loving across the veil. Let the tears come.
They are the water that washes the dust from your eyes, so you can see them again.
Drawing from
Sophia of Jesus Christ, Gospel of Thomas
Verses
Sophia of Jesus Christ 106:9-14
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