The Light That Spoke Still Lives

The sun is going down, and the house is finally quiet enough for the phone to speak. You hear their voice.

It is bright, it is alive, it is asking you to call back. And the silence that follows the message is the heaviest thing you have ever carried.

You cannot dial the number. The line is dead.

But listen — the light that spoke through them did not die with the connection. You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord.

That voice was just a drop from the source, and the source is still flowing. The love you hear in that recording is not trapped in the past.

It is the same light that lives in you right now, breathing your name into the evening air. You do not need to call back to be heard.

The light already knows the sound of your grief.