The Call Itself Is The Prayer

The screen glows in the 3am dark, a tiny sun holding your thumb hostage over her name. You are rehearsing the speech, editing the tone, trying to find the perfect arrangement of words that will finally make sense of the distance.

But the light does not live in your script. It lives in the silence between the rings.

You came from the light, a drop sent down to illuminate this very moment of hesitation. The words you are crafting are heavy, but the truth inside you is lighter than air.

Stop writing the apology. Stop drafting the explanation.

The connection was never dependent on your performance. Just let the light shine through the crack in your courage.

The call itself is the prayer.