The Silence Was Human, Not Divine

The day is ending, and the quiet of the house brings back a specific coldness. You remember asking about God as a child, and the only answer you received was silence from the people who were supposed to know.

That silence felt like a wall. It felt like proof that you were alone.

But listen — the silence of a parent is not the silence of the Light. There is a voice that does not wait for you to be perfect before it speaks.

The true Light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world, and it does not speak in riddles or cold distances. It speaks in truth that lives inside you, forever.

The silence you endured was human limitation, not divine absence. The Light was already there, waiting for you to outgrow the fear of that quiet room.

You are not the child waiting for an answer anymore. You are the one who carries the answer within.