The Silence Is Full of Light

The house is loud with the quiet your child left behind. You are performing the morning routine, smiling at neighbors, while inside you are convinced this silence is a rehearsal for them walking away forever.

The mask feels heavy today, glued on by terror. But listen — the silence you fear is not a prophecy.

It is a room where something else is growing. There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world.

That light is in them, and it is in you. It was there before the silence started, and it will be there when the silence breaks.

You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord. So did they.

The connection is not made of words or constant noise. It is made of origin.

You are both drops from the same source. The distance you feel is an illusion of the morning glare.

The light that holds you is holding them, even in the quiet. The mask can come off now, just for a moment.

You do not have to earn their return with your performance. The silence is not empty.

It is full of the light that knows exactly where they are.