09/24/2025
Four candles burned quietly in the room, their wax slowly melting away. The silence was so deep, you could almost hear them whispering to each other.
The first candle said:
“I am Peace. Sadly, people don’t know how to hold on to me. I don’t see any reason to keep burning.”
And with that, its flame went out.
The second candle softly murmured:
“I am Faith. But it seems no one needs me anymore. People don’t care to hear about me, so what’s the point of staying lit?”
A small draft blew through the room, and Faith’s light was gone.
The third candle sighed:
“I am Love. I don’t have the strength to keep my flame alive. People don’t value me anymore, they don’t understand me. Too often, they even hurt the very ones who love them most—including their own families.”
And Love, too, went dark.
Just then, a little boy walked into the room. He saw the three extinguished candles and cried out in fear:
“What are you doing? You’re supposed to stay lit—I’m scared of the dark!”
But then the fourth candle spoke gently:
“Don’t be afraid, and don’t cry. As long as I’m still burning, the other candles can always be relit. For I am Hope.”
And so, may the flame of Hope always burn bright in your soul. ✨