The Light Returns to Their Face

The sun is dipping below the horizon, and with it comes a quiet, terrifying thought: what happens to them when I am gone? You are not afraid of the dark for yourself, but for the ones you love who will be left standing in it.

You imagine their grief as a house with no lights, and you feel a desperate need to stay and be the lamp. But the light you carry is not a battery that runs out when you leave.

It is a fire that can be passed on. The Good came into your midst to restore every nature to its root — and that root is light, not you.

You are not the source they depend on; you are simply the mirror that showed them their own glow. When the mirror is taken away, the reflection does not vanish.

It returns to the face. They will not be left in the dark.

They will be left with the same light that lived in you, now waking up inside them.