Let the Light Weep With You

The world is moving now, and you are moving with it, wearing the mask that says you are fine. But inside, there is a quiet room where a small life was lost, and the world expects you to clean it up and close the door by noon.

They do not know that you are carrying a tomb in your chest while you smile at your coworkers. Jesus once looked at a man born blind and told the crowd that his suffering was not a punishment, but a space where the works of God could be displayed.

Your grief is not a failure of faith. It is a sacred space that the light has entered, even if no one else sees it.

Go home to your own heart and tell the truth about what you carry. The light does not ask you to perform okayness.

It asks you to let it weep with you in the quiet.