Thursday, 5 November 2020

The Light from a Candle from Jan 23 2009

 

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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