The Dawn Greets You For Surviving
The cursor blinked, then the words vanished, and the screen went clean as if the ache had never existed. You tell yourself it was weakness to type it, shame to almost send it, so you bury the urge under the morning's first light.
But the light does not scold you for reaching; it greets you for still being here. There is a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off.
He ran. Before the apology, before the speech—he ran.
The dawn is not asking for your perfection; it is simply arriving, again, for you. You did not ruin the morning by almost breaking; you honored it by surviving the night.
Drawing from
Luke, Matthew
Verses
Luke 15:20, Matthew 5:6
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