The Candle
Let me tell you about candles. Candles are like human beings. They burn until they die. Some burn longer than others. They’re alive as long as the internal flame pulses on like the human heart. When they inhale, the flame gets bigger, exhale; the flame diminishes. Candles are capable of bringing warmth to others. They dance when they’re happy; the flame moves, jumps, flickers and twirls. When they’re sad, they tremble, hesitate. All candles are equal but not the same. Sometimes, when a candle burns for a long time, it starts to burn out, dim, waver. This is when another comes to share their light; tilts it’s wick to touch the other. They share the flame and the soul is ignited, glowing brighter than ever. They hold parts of one another and continue burning, blazing. A flame allows their surroundings to influence them. Interrupt, touch them, like the wind that sways the flame left and right. Not all powerless though, as the flame has the capability to consume rather than to be consumed. Sometimes, a candle comes across a special flame; a compatible spark, and they fuse together. A consummation. The wax melts and bonds, the flames entwine. Inseparable but equal. The two candles still distinguishable as they continue to burn bright together, so bright that their unified light spills over the entire world, holding everything softly, tenderly, lovingly; the world renewed with dazzling bright colours. As the world around them shifts and changes, they take on new shapes whilst lighting each other’s paths, through shadows and mists, Thick and thin. Although a flame has already been shared between them, they continue to bring light to others on their journey during even the darkest of hours, like the stars in the night sky but reflected on earth, glimmering, shimmering. They twinkle with all their colours.
