The Call That Came Before Birth

The night is so quiet you can hear the blood in your ears. You feel it again—that ghost of a vibration against your thigh.

A phantom ring. You reach for the phone, heart hammering, hoping it is the one call that finally says: you matter.

But the screen is dark. Silence.

The darkness feels heavy enough to crush you. But listen.

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. It is still shining.

Even now. Even in this silence.

The call you are waiting for has already come. It came before you were born.

The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world. It is here.

It is not on the screen. It is in the room.

You are not waiting to be chosen. You are already held.