The Light Steps Into Empty Space
The streetlight hums above the crosswalk, and your hand reaches out automatically to the side where a small hand used to be. It closes on empty air.
The weight you feel isn't just memory; it's the ghost of a trust that no longer has a place to land. You stand there in the gathering dark, holding a grip that nothing answers.
But listen — the light does not scold you for reaching. It steps into that empty space beside you.
It does not try to replace what was lost, but it refuses to let you cross alone. The absence is real, yes.
But so is the presence walking you home.
Drawing from
Matthew 18:10, Matthew 28:20
Verses
Matthew 28:20
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