The Light Sits in the Rubble
This hour strips the paint from the walls and the mask from your face. In the silence, the mess inside feels like a monster that would drive anyone away if they truly saw it.
You are convinced that love is conditional on your composure, that being known means being left. But the Light does not need you to clean up before it enters.
It stands at the door and knocks, not to inspect the damage, but to sit with you in the rubble. It has seen the deepest parts of you and has not flinched.
The terror says run. The truth says stay.
Drawing from
Revelation, Gospel of Mary
Verses
Revelation 3:20, Gospel of Mary 4:28-29
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