The Sun Rises Even When You Don't Understand

The sun is rising, but your eyes are still fixed on the screen, re-reading the last message they ever sent. You are searching for the exact word, the misplaced comma, the punctuation mark that made them decide you weren't worth staying for.

But the silence that followed was not caused by a typo. It was not triggered by a single syllable you got wrong.

The light has dawned not to help you solve the riddle of your own unworthiness, but to show you that the riddle itself is a lie. You are scanning a dark room for a shadow that isn't there, while the morning sun is already pouring through the window.

The Father's light was inside you before that message arrived, and it remains untouched by the silence that followed. You do not need to find the reason you were left to know that you are still held.

The night ends not because you finally understand the goodbye, but because the sun rises anyway.