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A Promise Sworn | A Short Film About Suicide, Grief & Hope

“A Promise Sworn” is a hybrid short film that blends 3D, 2D, and live-action footage, all stylized to appear hand-drawn. Narrated by the sister of a brother lost to suicide, the film weaves poetry, light, and imagery of Christ’s hands into a meditation on grief, healing, and hope. Through its textured sketch-like aesthetic and heartfelt voice, the piece transforms personal loss into a universal call to extend love and be a light for others. It is both a tribute and a reminder that even in darkness, a spark remains. If you or someone you know is struggling or in crisis, you’re not alone. Call or text 988 to reach the 988 Suicide and Crisis Lifeline, or chat via 988lifeline.org This free, confidential service is available 24/7 and connects you with trained counselors who can help. If you’re outside the U.S., you can find international hotlines here: [findahelpline.com], [befrienders.org], or search online for a local crisis helpline in your country. "A Promise Sworn" 0:00 Message From the Author 3:38 Credits 4:24 "A Promise Sworn" Written by Jared Erickson A spark is born so pure, so bright. A family's glow shines warm and white. Their joy flows out in golden streams, embracing life, embracing dreams. But shadows come so swift, so sly. This darkness came to dim and lie. It spoke of fear, of doubt, of shame, and tried to snuff out every flame. One light was lost, gone, out of sight. A soul weighed down, too tired to fight. The ties went strong, fell, torn apart. A hollow ache in every heart. Yet in the dark a whisper calls, a voice that lifts us from the falls. His love is pure he shines so bright to restore the flame, to rekindle the light. He holds the lost within his hands and leads them home to promised lands. And though the world may steal and take, his love will heal, his love will remake. He binds the wounds. He mends the space. He fills the void with endless grace. Though we have lost, we are not torn. For love remains, a promise sworn. So when this life feels cold and grim, remember, remember, remember him. He is our hope. He is our light. We can trust in his might. No loss, no death, no sorrow too deep. The light he gives is ours to keep. So reach with love, extend your hand. Help hearts to rise, to heal, to stand. For in the dark a spark remains, a flame that love and hope sustains. He will shine through us in darkest strife to bring those lost back home to life.