Your Touch Passes Warmth Not Wounds
The hand reaches out in the dark, and you pull back — terrified that your brokenness is a contagion they will catch. You think your pain is a stain that transfers on contact.
But look closer at the trembling fingers waiting for yours. There is a light inside that child that no darkness can touch, and the same light lives in you — untouched by the grief, untouched by the fear.
It was there before the hurt began. It will be there when the sun rises.
You do not transmit your brokenness; you share the light that holds you both. The touch does not pass the wound.
It passes the warmth. The child is not afraid of your shadow.
They are waiting for your hand.
Drawing from
1 John, Gospel of Thomas
Verses
1 John 4:4
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