The Light That Holds Your Dark

The house is quiet now, and the thoughts you hid all day are loud. You are terrified that if anyone saw the secret movie playing behind your eyes—the judgment, the envy, the dark flashes—they would recoil in disgust.

You believe your inner world makes you unlovable. But the light does not recoil.

It sees the whole of you and does not turn away. There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world.

That light is already inside you, burning brighter than any shadow you try to hide. You came from the light, and you cannot be separated from your origin by a thought.

The father in the story did not wait for the son to clean up; he ran while the boy was still covered in pig pen filth. He did not need a sanitized version of his child.

He needed his child. Your thoughts are not the final verdict on your soul.

The light knows what is in the dark and loves it anyway. You are not your hidden things.

You are the light that holds them.