The Light Stands in the Checkout Lane
The day is ending, and the house is quiet enough to hear the habits move. You reached for the familiar bag without thinking, the one you always bought for two.
It is only in the line, under the bright lights, that the second cup disappears from your mind. The grief is not in the coffee; it is in the muscle memory that forgot the change.
But listen — the light does not scold you for reaching. It stands right there in the checkout lane with you.
It saw your hand move before you did. And it knows that the love which formed that habit is still real, even if the person is gone.
The light is not a replacement for what you lost. It is the space where the love now lives.
Drawing from
1 John, Gospel of Thomas
Verses
1 John 3:18-19
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