The Light Sees Your Honest Face
The door clicks shut, and the performance begins again. You stand before the glass, rearranging the muscles of your face until the evidence of tears is erased, until you look like someone who has never broken.
It is exhausting work, holding that shape against the gravity of what you just felt. But notice the silence in the room.
The light is not asking you to keep the mask on. It is not impressed by the composure.
It saw the weeping. It heard the gasp.
And it did not turn away. You do not have to prove you are whole to be held.
The resting place is not in the perfect face, but in the honest one. Put the armor down.
The day is done.
Drawing from
Matthew 11:28-30, 1 John 3:19-20
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