Monday, January 16, 2012
The Candle in which I bought for Php2.50 in a church somewhere
A candle, so simple, no scent, no decorations, just plain wax, and a wick
a candle, which was sold to me by an old lady, speaking in straight English and at the same time, praying the Rosary,
The candle, that i lit up using the other candles that were already lit,
the candle in which i have set on the panel, which makes it float unto the water,
the candle in which symbolizes my prayer to God,
the candle which i use with my prayers for me to reach God,
As I step backward, and offer my prayers, together with all my intentions,
"Please, grant me those, maybe not now, but in your time, I know you will.....I always had faith in you, but often, i forget who you were in my life. How much you've helped me in all the tests you've given me, just to help attain this maturity.."
Now, the candle burns,
the smoke that comes from the flame, are my prayers being lifted up to my Father
the burning flame, is the intensity of my faith to my Father,
the wick, portrays as myself, kneeling, begging, and crying his heart out to my Father,
the wax (liquid), are my tears that begs to my Father, grieves to him, and asking for a huge favor
the wax, (solid), is the earth where i knelt, even with the dirt sticking to my knees, even the pebbles that's inflicting marks unto my knee,
even beyond the pain, my faith is all that matters,
it's not familiar with "asa" or "expect"
but faith is what you do, if you truly trust your heart out, to my Father,
"Even if St. Jude does not grant me my wish after 9 consecutive days, it's alright, I understand, maybe it's not yet time, I can always fall in line anyway....."
from the Yee,
to the HAW!!!!!