They say the person who heals themselves no longer seeks a saviour. But that's not quite true.
It's not that they don't look it's that they've looked too long, in too many faces, behind too many promises that cracked in silence.for a hand that never reaches back, for eyes that see through but never into, for warmth that fades once the fire is no longer needed.
They say healing is the end of longing but some of us have stitched ourselves together with threads of unanswered prayers and kept walking with the ache still humming beneath the ribs.
We do not stop seeking. We simply grow quieter in our reaching.
Now, the longing is not loud it's the soft echo that lives in the bones, the silent question we carry into every night sky to the highest energy!
They learned:
a saviour does not always wear skin,
does not come with hands to hold.
It is the highest energy,
formless and fierce,
the whisper in the dark,
the stillness after the storm—
God.
And now,
they no longer long
for someone to arrive.
They rise.
They remember.
They return
to the light that was always within.
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