The Light Is Louder Than The Shattered Glass

The words left your mouth and the room broke. You watched the silence rush in to fill the space where a relationship used to be, and now the ache of that sentence is the only thing loud enough to keep you awake.

You wish you could reach back into the air and swallow the sound before it landed. But listen — the light does not require you to un-speak what has been spoken.

It does not ask you to rewrite the history of the last hour. Jesus looked at the woman caught in the act, the one whose failure was public and undeniable, and he did not condemn her.

He told her to go. The past is not a prison you must inhabit forever.

You came from the light, and the light is the place where you belong — not the wreckage of this moment. The truth you spoke may have shattered the glass, but it cannot shatter the source.

The room is quiet now, but the light is louder.