Peoples of the world,
There are forms of darkness that do not shout.
They settle quietly,
when habit replaces hope
and survival takes the place of life.
There are nights made not of absence,
but of forgetting.
We forget why we once stood up.
We forget what it means to be called.
So Light does not begin by accusing.
It begins by walking.
On the ordinary shores of existence,
a voice crosses the fog:
“Follow me.”
It does not promise escape.
It promises a crossing.
Peoples of the world,
you have learned to fish for what reassures:
power,
recognition,
domination,
control.
But that kind of fishing fills the hands
and empties the heart.
The word spoken today overturns the logic:
it does not call you to capture,
but to raise up.
“I will make you fishers of people”
not to seize them,
but to draw them out of deep waters
where one sinks in silence.
For there are crowds still breathing
yet no longer living.
There are peoples standing upright
yet deprived of light.
Here the mission is born:
when the one who has seen the Light
refuses to keep it for himself.
This is not a conquest.
It is a passage.
Not an ideology,
but a presence.
Peoples of the world,
Light does not destroy darkness by force.
It passes through it
and reveals what can still be saved.
And each person becomes responsible
for what they illuminate:
by their words,
by their actions,
by the direction they give to their life.
Inner reset phrase:
Where I walk with the Light, my fear retreats and my heart widens.
Then the ancient promise is fulfilled:
the people who walked in darkness
no longer walk alone.
They follow.
And by following,
they learn to lead others
toward Life.