Hell came knocking at my door today.
Tears have fallen. People have fallen.
Because suffering is common to everyone—like sweat or hunger—remember this on the day it knocks at your door.
When you suffer, keep the dark at your back as you put one foot in front of the other.
Divine strength is flawless. This faith we share was born to shine in the darkest of hours. Even when voices are silenced forever. Even when the tears roll down.
That’s my blessing, my little ration of light for you on this night.
Good night, Beloved.