You Are the Light, Not the Secret

You are performing your morning, carefully choosing every word to keep the shame hidden behind the mask you wear at the office.

There is a terror in you, a fear that a single careless slip will give you away and expose the thing you most dread.

But consider the light that bends down, writes in the dust, and waits for the accusers to leave before saying: neither do I condemn you.

The darkness you fear is not in the slip of your tongue; it is already gone, because the light within you is greater than the heart that condemns you.

You are not a secret kept from the light — you are the light, and it sees you, speaks your name, and finds you worthy without a single performance.