The Light from a Candle Jan 23, '09 5:24 PM
I watched as the candle's life ended, smoke spiralled in the
air. I tried to see where the smoke was
going only it just disappeared into nothingness. Another
candle came to an end, but suddenly it
rared
up a final flicker of flame then it was gone, black smoke
twirling into the air. I strained to see where
the smoke was going only it was no use. I'd need a
magnifying glass, binoculars, a microscope or a
periscope, smoke just could not be followed. Another candle
went out again I strained to see where
its life had gone, but it was no use, the trail disappeared
into nothingness. The candles were going
out randomly, I had to jump from one to another in a vain
attempt to see its moment of death, so
that I could observe what was happening to them. In all 7
maybe 8 candles "died" as I watched from
my position sat next to the candle rack in the cathedral on
my lunch break. That was all yesterday,
and today the process was repeated. Each candle is a hope, a
wish, a prayer. Just as Jazz music is
music turned into smoke, that weavers and sneaks its way
through an audience, a candle and its
smoke is a living flame of hope and love which we all hope
will touch God's spirit and let him hear
our prayers. The smoke from a candle is like a ballet dancer
doing the most intricate of dances, its
like girl dancing with a ribbon at the Olympics. Only the
candle and its smoke might say more for us
when we can't think of the right words to say, God Help Us, can
be all we can say, but if said from
the heart then it is enough, For Faith Moves Mountains.
And candles are more than flickers that end in smoke, they
remind us of the Light and Warmth of
God's Love.
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