Rest in the Peace of Being Known

The sun is setting, and with it comes the inventory of the day. You are replaying that one moment you stayed silent, imagining the different life that would have existed if you had spoken.

The silence feels heavy now, like a door you closed on yourself. But listen — there was a woman who stood behind the light, weeping, unable to speak, and she wet his feet with her tears.

She said nothing. She only poured out what she had.

And the light turned to her and said: your faith has saved you; go in peace. The alternative life you are imagining is not lost.

It is waiting for you in the next breath. The light does not need your perfect words from an hour ago.

It needs your presence right now. Speak tomorrow.

For tonight, just rest in the peace of being known without saying a thing.