You Are A Drop Of Immeasurable Light

You are scanning your own body, searching for the first sign that you will betray the truth again. You are looking for a fracture that will prove you are not safe.

But in this deepest hour, consider the one who fell on his face and asked if there was another way, knowing the cup would come. He did not flee from his own fear.

He stayed with it. The light was not broken by his trembling.

It was not lost in his doubt. You are not a vessel waiting to crack; you are a drop of the immeasurable light, sent here to illuminate the very fear you are now feeling.

The search for betrayal is the last thing the light needs to hear. You are still here.

The light is still here. It has never left, even when you were convinced it had.