The Fire Did Not Consume The Light

The anger feels like a fire that has burned down the chapel. You are sitting in the ash of your own rage, convinced that the light has finally abandoned you because you cannot stop shaking with it.

But listen — the fire did not consume the light. It only burned away the false peace you were trying to maintain.

The light is not afraid of your heat. It entered the temple and felt the same fierce indignation, overturning tables when the holy space was compromised.

Your anger is not the end of your faith. It is the proof that you still care enough to fight for what matters.

The light is not gone because you are angry. The light is the very thing making the darkness feel so unbearable right now.

You have not lost it. You are just wrestling with it in the dark.