No Need to Hide Your Tears

The key turns in the lock before you are ready to be seen. You scramble to wipe the salt from your cheeks, to smooth the face that just fell apart in the dark.

But the light does not need your composure. It does not wait for you to fix the evidence of your pain.

There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world even when the face is wet. You do not have to hide the tears to be held.

The one who walks through the door sees the whole truth — the grief, the panic, the rawness — and stays. You are not a performance to be perfected before entry.

You are a home where the light already lives. Close your eyes.

The lock is turning, but you do not need to pretend the night didn't happen.