Holy Ground Where the Mask Falls

The day ends, and you take off the mask you wore for eight hours. You smiled at a colleague, nodded at the right times, and carried on while feeling completely hollow inside.

That silence between your face and your heart is heavy. But listen — the light does not demand a performance from you.

It sees the hollow, and it calls it holy ground. There is no sin in the exhaustion, only the weariness of holding up a world that isn't real.

The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world, and it came for the parts of you that have nothing left to give. You do not need to be full to be held.

The gathering dark is not where the light leaves you; it is where the light finally finds you without the costume. Stop trying to shine.

Just be.