The Light Shines in the Cold Steam

The water has turned cold, but you stay. Because the roar is the only thing loud enough to keep the silence from screaming.

Tonight, the quiet feels like a weight you cannot lift. You are standing in the steam, shaking, trying to drown out the thoughts that only arrive when the house stops moving.

But listen — the darkness has not overcome the light. It cannot.

The light shines right here, in the chill, in the shaking, in the noise you made to survive this hour. You are not alone in the steam.

The true light that gives light to everyone is already shining. It does not need the house to be quiet to find you.

It does not need you to be warm to hold you. The silence is not empty.

It is full of a presence that knows your name. You do not have to make the noise stop to be safe.

The light is already here, waiting for you to turn off the tap and step into the peace that does not depend on the sound.