The Light Loves What Is Human
The shame is hottest right now, in this quiet dark. You replay the moment you spoke your pain and feel the sting of having been so foolish to expect care.
But listen — the light does not scorch you for being raw. It stands at the door and waits, not to judge your exposure, but to sit with you in it.
There is a name written on a stone that no one else knows — not the name your shame gave you, but the one the light whispers when the world is asleep. You were not foolish for hoping.
You were human. And the light loves what is human.
Drawing from
Revelation, Gospel of Thomas
Verses
Revelation 2:17
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