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Light of Life (youngsters:other, 381 words)
Author: SusystarsAdded: Dec 25 2001Views/Reads: 4890/0Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
With this candle I give to you, remember my child it burns stead fast and true. You are a child and one day you will be again but the light from this candle will remind you to....always....be young at heart.
 



Always be a child with love in your heart and you will never have guilt
as a consoling blanket. 

Oh candle give me light before the end draws near in the darkest part of
the night. The dining room chair is my last salvation. Day upon day, 
hour upon hour, minute upon minute I sit watching my life go by, 
feeling every ounce of strength turn into wrinkles. Wishing I had just 
one last chance to make things right. 

I remember how young I was, with ambition, courage, and a life awaiting
my performance. Little did I know. Oh to be young and wise. Time, an 
illusion of living if not done with love. Oh candle in the night, my 
only spark left, flickering for every grasp of oxygen to stay alive. 

I stare with remorse as I watch you wither away, I could have done more.
Each trickle of hot wax hardening in clumps before it reaches to bottom 
are reminders of unfinished efforts. As each second goes by the guilt 
grows becoming my blanket of death. 

Why am I compelled to feel the guilt now? Is it because I am a child
again becoming close with my maker who knows and understands 
everything. If this be the case why, can I not feel close to him all my 
life? I start out and end up close but what happens to the middle? Is 
it lost in 'the material world'? I would say yes. 

Look into the candle of life, see it in a different light. Feel the warm
comforting heat. The light it puts out never changes from the time it 
is lite until it's last breath. From beginning to end it glows stead 
fast and true. 

Combine all the candles in the world and give way to the light, it won't
give off any more than the little candle you hold in your hand. 

I give this candle to my grandchildren. It is my last best thing I do.
Remember my child you will grow up only to be a child again. I ask that 
you light this candle in times of weakness to see in the darkest of 
night. Never grow out of spirit, always be young at heart and love will 
be your blanket at death. 


   


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