Your Silence Is Not Empty

The morning demands a voice, and your silence feels like a confession of emptiness. You wear the mask of okayness because you fear that if you do not speak, the world will assume there is nothing inside you.

But the light does not mistake silence for absence. There was a man born blind, and the crowd assumed his condition was a verdict on his soul.

They asked who had sinned. Jesus looked at the silence of his eyes and said: neither.

This happened so the works of God might be displayed. Your quiet is not a void waiting to be filled.

It is a canvas. The depth you carry cannot be shouted; it can only be revealed.

The mask you wear to protect that depth is heavy, but the light sees the treasure beneath the clay. You do not need to perform to prove you are full.

The works of God are already being displayed in the very place you feel most silent.