The Light Does Not Flinch At Your Fire
The day is ending, and the armor you wore for twelve hours is finally coming off. But underneath the metal, you find something terrifying: a rage so hot it scares you.
You look at your own hands and wonder who you have become. You feel like a vessel about to shatter from the pressure inside.
But listen — the light does not flinch at your fire. It was there before the anger sparked, and it will be there when the embers cool.
You are not the rage; you are the space holding it. The light is not afraid of your darkness because it knows how to swallow it whole.
The storm is real, but it is not the house.
Drawing from
Matthew, Gospel of Thomas
Verses
Matthew 11:29-30
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