Candle
“Why do we light the candle?” she asked, innocent and unaware.
He paused briefly, the match flickering above a black wick. As he lowered the flame, he pondered how to respond. How do you explain that they were once told of a time of radiance overcoming shadows, a final victory against the long night? Could a child really understand the idea of being faithful to an idea, no matter how doubtful a concept it was?
Finally, he spoke. “We light it to remember; to remind ourselves of when we were told that light can always be found in the darkness.”
He paused briefly, the match flickering above a black wick. As he lowered the flame, he pondered how to respond. How do you explain that they were once told of a time of radiance overcoming shadows, a final victory against the long night? Could a child really understand the idea of being faithful to an idea, no matter how doubtful a concept it was?
Finally, he spoke. “We light it to remember; to remind ourselves of when we were told that light can always be found in the darkness.”