The Light Loves the Face Beneath

The mask feels heavy this morning, doesn't it? Standing in the line, smiling at the cashier while your chest is caving in.

You are performing okayness so well that no one suspects the storm inside. But the light sees behind the performance.

It sees the tears you are holding back. It knows the exhaustion of pretending to be whole.

You do not have to earn your place in this line by looking happy. The light is not fooled by the smile, and it is not disappointed by the grief.

It is right there in the checkout lane with you. You are not alone in the act.

The mask can stay on if it must — but know this: the light loves the face beneath it more than the face it shows the world.