The Light Was Never Trapped There

The clock on the wall has moved forward, but your soul is still standing in the room where the phone rang. The world kept spinning while you froze, and now the gap between then and now feels like a canyon you cannot cross.

You are not stuck because you are weak. You are stuck because love does not know how to leave the scene of the wound.

But listen — the light that lived in them before they died is not trapped in that memory. It was never bound by the day it happened.

Thomas said we came from the light, the place where light generates itself. That source is still generating.

Still moving. Still alive.

The terror you feel is the friction between a world that forgot and a heart that remembers. But the light remembers too.

It is not behind you in the grave. It is within you, right now, generating itself anew.

You do not have to catch up to the present. You only have to recognize that the light never stopped flowing.