Light Lives in the Cracks
The morning light feels harsh today, exposing the gap between your steady face and the trembling hands you hide beneath the table. You are certain that if the mask slipped, if anyone saw the shaking, they would confirm your worst fear: that you are broken beyond repair.
But there is a knowing that sees through the performance without flinching. Nothing concealed will stay hidden forever, not to be shamed, but to be brought out into the open.
The light does not recoil from the cracks; it lives there. What you are hiding is not evidence of your ruin, but the very place where the healing has already begun.
Drawing from
Luke, Mark
Verses
Luke 8:17, Mark 4:22
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