The Light Has Already Found You

The house is quiet now, and in the silence, your attention turns inward. You begin scanning your own body, hunting for the first sign of betrayal, the first tremor that says you are failing.

You wait for the symptom that proves you are broken. But the light does not wait for you to be perfect before it stays.

It is already here, in the very room where you are afraid to breathe. There is no fear in love.

Perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The terror you feel is not a verdict; it is just a shadow trying to convince you that you are alone.

You are not being watched for weakness. You are being held through the shaking.

The scan can stop. The light has already found you.