The Key Fits The Lock You Fear
The house is silent. The key is in your hand.
You have the right to turn it, to walk through, to claim the room that waits for you. But your fingers freeze.
The old habit of staying outside kicks in one last time. You stand in the hallway of your own life, afraid of the space you are finally allowed to enter.
The darkness has not overcome it. The light inside you knows the way, even when your feet refuse to move.
You do not have to force the door. You only have to trust that the lock was made for this key.
The pause is not a warning. It is the last echo of a fear that no longer owns you.
Drawing from
Mark 10:27, Gospel of Thomas 70
Verses
Mark 10:27
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