On birthdays, candles are put out; I choose to light them on mine.
Rain falls outside…
These were among my favorite lines from the 365.25 days before today, my birthday. I wish I could kick start all I have to say tonight with these lines but no: rain and candles never work well together: the wetness on rainy days always seem to do well at putting out candles.
Candles, wicks enclosed by wax, possessing light in them – before being lit – on them – after being lit – and placed on a candlestick, and left in the dark to give light to all in the house.
Candles are never afraid of the dark – it’s where they belong – but fear the wind, in which they flicker, and to their handlers send out signals, saying: shield me sir, shield me from the blowing winds lest I be put out before burning out. They aren’t meant for the day but for the night, taking the place of the sun at sunset. Slowly they burn, tapering, losing their smoothness; wrinkles gathering till their flames fade and are put out in a haze of accomplishment.
The spirit of man is the candle of the LORD, searching all the inward parts of the belly.
We are living candles, human lives, teeming with potentials, gifts which the Almighty has imbued in us for the benefit of humanity and the glory of the Eternal. Candles we are, lit by the flames of faith in the Divine One, the Giver of Life, the First of lights; the flames which eliminate the darkness of all fears.
People do not always see the Sun – people do not always see the Father of lights. We should be the candles that give hope which endures till the radiant light of the Sun comes to dispel the darkness of all fears? And rather than curse the darkness1, we can be the candles that allay them till the coming of the Sun?
Our candles can light millions of other candles, which are willing to receive the light2; and together form a chain of candles spreading enough light to dispel multitudes of fears.
And on windy nights, when we feel close to being swallowed up by life’s challenges, we flicker and sound the alarm to the Shepherd of our souls: shield me Father, shield me from the blowing winds lest I be put out before burning out.
And surely, by His unceasing desires to see us glow till our last, He will shield us. And when He does shield us I’m sure He would do so with some transparent [and not opaque] covering, so our lights aren’t shielded from the world, even in our trials.
In the Ember months (the later months of the year), we glowed like embers; it’s just January, too early to have an ember kind of glow, so we burn brightly, providing light and warmth to those who need and will find us.
Therefore beloveds, we light our candles, take them, search for the darkest places of the human heart and go light them. We breathe, dream, make, paint, tell our stories, and send out those divine vibes. And by so doing, we light other candles who’ll light other candles who’ll light other candles, and so on, till the world is beaming with [de]light.
If you in any way were a part of my just concluded year or are reading this now, here’s my prayer for you: that the Sun rises and never ceases to shine on you in 2016 and beyond.
Thanks for being a blessing and a part of my world.
A candle, a book and a peaceful person mean three candles for the world!
-Mehmet Murat ildan
1 Raphael Zernoff
2 Richard Paul Evans
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