The Light Runs Toward The Crack
The house is quiet now, but your mind is loud with the replay. You keep stopping the tape at the exact second your voice cracked, convincing yourself that the break disqualified the message.
As if the tremor meant you weren't supposed to speak. But there was a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off.
He ran. Before the apology, before the speech — he ran.
The light does not wait for your voice to be steady. It runs toward the crack.
It lives in the tremor just as much as it lives in the song. You are not the stumble.
You are the one being held through it. The break was not the end of your worth; it was the place where the light entered.
Drawing from
Luke, Gospel of Thomas
Verses
Luke 15:20
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