The Dawn Does Not Ask For Apology

The sun is up, but your hand is still hovering over the choice, frozen by the memory of how wrong you were allowed to be. You are waiting for a sign that it is safe to move, but the light does not wait for safety.

It simply arrives. There is a rising sun that comes from heaven to guide your feet into the path of peace.

Not a floodlight that exposes your mistakes, but a tender mercy that touches your skin before you have done anything right. The paralysis says you must earn the right to try again.

The dawn says you already have it. You did not choose the light, but the light chose you to walk in it today.

The night of your failure is over; the morning does not ask for an apology, only your next step.