There is a small truth we often forget:
the light we give does not make us smaller.
It moves outward, yes,
but it does not disappear.
It lives in conversations,
settles into moments of care,
rests in people who may never tell us
how much a small kindness mattered.
Light is patient.
It knows how to wait.
What we offer in sincerity becomes
part of the world’s memory.
It travels through hands and hearts,
softened by each encounter,
until one day it returns to us
as unexpected support,
as warmth in a difficult hour,
as the feeling that we are not alone.
This is not a transaction.
It is a quiet circulation of grace.
When you give light,
you are participating in
something larger than yourself.
And when it comes back to you,
it is not to reward you,
but to remind you
of who you have always been.

Rivers in the Ocean ❤

Art: Catherine McMillan