The Mercy Was Already Given

The house is quiet now, but your mind is loud with the echo of your own voice. You are replaying the exact tone, the specific words, convinced that if you could just say it differently, they would still be here.

But the light does not require a perfect speech to stay. It does not leave because you stumbled over your anger or failed to explain your heart.

Go home to your own soul and tell it what the light has done for you. The mercy you are begging for with your replaying has already been given.

You are trying to earn a forgiveness that was spoken before the argument even began. The voice you are listening to right now is not the one that matters.

There is another voice, quieter and deeper, that knows your name and is not afraid of your tone. It is not waiting for an apology.

It is waiting for you to stop talking long enough to hear it say: you are still loved.