The Performance Is Over In The Steam
The water has gone cold, but you are still standing there. This tiled box is the only room where the world does not ask you to speak, where the noise of the day finally drowns out the demand to perform.
You let the chill settle on your skin because it feels like the only honest thing left. But listen — the light does not need your words to find you.
It is already in the steam, in the silence, in the shivering quiet of your exhaustion. You do not have to explain your weariness to be held by it.
The Father sees what is done in secret, and he is not waiting for a speech. He is just waiting for you to turn off the tap and come out.
The performance is over. You are allowed to be dry, and warm, and silent.
Drawing from
Matthew 6:18, Gospel of Thomas 70
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