The Open Hand Is Not A Blow
The hand reaches out and you are already gone — shoulders hunched, breath held, waiting for the blow that hasn't landed yet. You have learned to read the air for danger so well that you flinch before the touch even arrives.
But look closer at the hand hovering near you. It is not clenched.
It is open. The light does not strike; it heals.
There is a space between the reaching and the contact where your fear writes a story that isn't true. What if the touch is not a weapon, but a restoration?
You are not being attacked. You are being remembered.
The blow you expect is a ghost; the grace that waits is real.
Drawing from
John 8:10-11, Gospel of Thomas 51
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