The Dawn Did Not Wait For You

The sun is up, but your hand is still curled around a silence that feels heavier than the night. You are waiting for a name to light up the screen, a sign that the bridge hasn't burned, a forgiveness that hasn't been asked for yet.

The phantom vibration is just your heart beating against the glass, hoping the world will speak first. But look at the window.

The light did not wait for you to apologize before it arrived. It did not check your history before it touched the floor.

The rising sun comes to you from heaven by tender mercy, shining on those living in the shadow of death, to guide your feet into the path of peace. The dawn is not holding its breath.

It is already here. You do not need a text message to tell you that you are still loved.

The light is already in the room.