The Light Loves the Face Behind the Face

The laughter around the table feels like a language you used to speak but have now forgotten. You sit there, smiling on command, while inside you are a ghost haunting your own life.

The mask is heavy, and the effort of holding it up is exhausting. But the light does not need your performance to see you.

It sees the exhaustion behind the eyes that are crinkling in a smile. It sees the silence beneath the noise.

There is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and the light is already waiting in the quiet space behind your chest. You do not have to pretend for the One who knows you best.

The mask can come down, even if only for a moment, and you will still be held. The light loves the face behind the face.