Caravaggio art "La Afirmación de la Redención"

In a candlelit chamber veiled by dusk, five souls gathered round a sacred tome. The elder, cloaked in humility, read aloud from the Book of Sorrows, his voice trembling like a psalm. A youth cradled a guitar, plucking notes that wept with contrition. Beside him, a woman pressed her hand to her heart, eyes aflame with revelation. The others leaned in, shadows dancing across their faces, as if angels hovered just beyond the flame. Outside, the city groaned in sin, but within these walls, grace unfurled like incense. They spoke not of salvation as doctrine, but as choice—each word a nail removed from the cross. And when the final verse was uttered, silence reigned. Not empty, but full. Redemption was not granted. It was affirmed