The Light Knows Your Unspoken Words

The room is quiet, but your mind is loud with a speech you never gave. You are rehearsing the confession, perfecting the apology, building the case for why you should be forgiven.

Over and over, the words loop in the dark. But listen — the light does not need your speech.

It saw you while you were still a long way off. It ran to you before you could stumble through a single sentence.

The father did not wait for the rehearsal to finish; he threw his arms around the son while the dust was still on his clothes. Your silence tonight is not a barrier.

The light already knows the words you are choking on, and it loves you anyway. Stop talking to the darkness.

It cannot hear you. The light is already holding you.