HOLY SILENCE

There is a quiet violence in covert resistance. Here I do not mean the kind of opposition Born from the desire to be free. Absolutely not. Not at all. Here I am speaking of the Insidiousness of the withheld hand. The help that is named but never given. The agreement that never becomes action. Covert violence offers the face of cooperation While the heart stays closed. It claims to live with integrity, but A chasm remains between word and deed. Yet wisdom asks something of us

There is nothing accidental about this silence. It is curated as a weapon dressed as absence. To ghost another human being with intent is To exercise a Luciferian arrogance. It is the belief that one soul may simply Erase another without consequence or confession. It is wrath without declaration, Cruelty without fingerprints. The perpetrator vanishes, yet their damage metastasizes In the victim's mind indefinitely, which is precisely the design. They do not leave you grieving