You are not a stowaway because you cannot see. Perhaps you are one because you keep yourself hidden.
You have long been on board. You hear conversations, observe and think. Yet you do not truly join them.
Perhaps you can see the light on deck and the horizon. But you remain in the belly of the ship.
The Ark keeps moving. It throws no one overboard. It invites. Not as punishment, but for encounter.
On the Ark everyone may become visible. Silent passengers become fellow travellers. Fellow travellers may become companions.
Come on deck. Look at the horizon. Perhaps you were never blind. Perhaps you only avoided showing yourself for too long.
