The Gaze That Calls Wounds Holy
The day ends, and the armor you wore to hide the flaw finally comes off. You feel the cold thrill of their gaze lingering on the crack you tried to cover, convincing you that their love is just a polite form of withdrawal.
But the light does not look at you to find faults; it looks to find itself. There is no fear in love, because perfect love drives out fear.
The gaze you fear is not scanning for reasons to leave; it is resting on you with a tenderness that sees the wound and calls it holy. You are not being inspected.
You are being known. The mask was never required for the light to stay.
Drawing from
1 John, Gospel of Thomas
Verses
1 John 4:18, 1 John 4:18
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