Every word was laced with beauty and truth. My mind wandered through the essay and nodded at this thought, that idea. But when it closed, my mind had not finished wandering. It was guided on in the metaphor as it pulled the images into my own life, for this day, this moment, this year. Once again, the future was vaguely opened for me.
This year you will not stand on a dais of candles, each shimmering light dancing in unison. This year you will stand alone and learn the coldness of human life and the dreariness of the world. But you will not shiver; nor will you feel the loneliness. No, this year you will learn what it is to stand in the Great Light, to be lit day in and day out by your proximity to the Son. You will see that your little light, when held up to the sun, is nothing but a vain effort. You will work tirelessly to be a light to others, to stand on a hill and not hide behind the bushes, but it will not be your tiny flame they see. For what candle can hope to light anything around it under the warmth of a brilliant summer sun? And if your light flickers, it will never go out if you stay close to the powerful source of all light.