The Human Candle

Sometimes when my mind is totally at rest, a thought pops into it. Yesterday the analogy of the human spirit and a candle came to mind. A new candle is like the beginning of life. Its wick is lit and it shines brightly. It brings brightness into the world for everyone to see. Sometimes it flickers when the wind blows too strong, but it will regain its glow after a brief adjustment. Then a life event comes along and the light is snuffed out. All that is left is the dark smoke that hovers in the air reminding you just how fragile it is. The candle has been extinguished. Then you take a moment to look around and see that the candle is not gone, it is merely melted and spread thin. It is salvageable. You scrape the wax off of the ground and remold it. You get a new wick and place it into the center. A spark is struck and the candle comes to life once more, burning brightly. A candle, like the human spirit, never really dies. It can always be relit.