Light a Candle
“Light a candle” they said. “When you think of her, light a candle and remember.”
The flame burns softly. It dances like her – erratic, unpredictable, beautiful.
But one candle burns too fast, dies before I am ready to let the memories go. So I light two.
They dance together. Not identical, but synchronized – sometimes leaning together to share a moment. Sometimes drifting apart a little, but never separating.
One burns out first, leaving the other alone, guttering, trying to survive without its partner.
I light a hundred candles, and a hundred more.
There are not enough candles in the world.
Extroduction
Susan’s beautiful soft focus photo inspired so many thoughts this morning. Our Jewish friends are lighting candles daily for Hanukkah; in so many places around the world, these candles could be lit to remember those lost in tragedies and wars; or perhaps the candles are themselves worshipping, gathered before the artwork we cannot quite make out.
But when I started writing, it was about the idea of lighting a candle for a lost loved one, hence my story. For a musical accompaniment today, a change from the country / pop I usually post – one of many carols I loved singing at school.