The Light

Even when darkness comes close,
it does not take over the horizon.
It cannot stop our prayers or the courage growing inside us.

The Light burst through the sky as a promise
It is too bright to be held back, like the dawn waking up or like God speaking.
“Watch, I have finished it all on the cross.”

Hope speaks quietly yet clearly.
It is steady like breathing, gentle like a hand on a tired shoulder, and as sure as the morning that always comes back.

Come closer, friends.
There is space in this garden of mercy;
space for stories still healing,
for hearts still learning,
and for us to walk toward the Light together.

(c) jjf’26