Light Shining Through the Grime
The day has worn you down to the quiet edge of the tub, where the water waits unrun and your bones feel too heavy to move. You are caught between the dirt of the hours and the exhaustion that makes cleaning feel impossible.
The light does not demand you stand up to wash it off — it is already shining through the grime, untouched by the dust of the afternoon. Split a piece of wood, and the light is there; lift up the stone of your own weariness, and you will find it waiting underneath.
You do not have to be clean to be held. The water can wait; the love cannot.
Drawing from
Gospel of Thomas, Matthew
Verses
Gospel of Thomas 77, Matthew 11:28
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