Around five years ago a small box showed up at my house with Dan. Inside was a candle in the shape of a sarcophagus. The paperwork that came with the candle explained that there were tiny charms hidden inside the candle that represented Egypt and each candle was different. It might contain a cat, a scarab, a Pharaoh’s head, etc. Dan liked to collect unique candles and me? Well, I liked to burn candles. I was told that I must never burn that candle because of its uniqueness and price. I was intrigued beyond measure of what these tiny charms that were hidden might be. I never burnt the candle though.
Last night two of my stepsons and I gathered around a small dish containing the candle. I had found it buried in a box I had salvaged from the house and forgotten it was packed away. I told them all about the charms hidden inside and we wondered what was in there enveloped in the wax. I remembered the times that I had asked Dan if he was curious about the charms and although he admitted he was interested, we wouldn’t burn the candle.
For a moment I hesitated before I lit the wick, but then a few seconds later the wick was glowing brightly as the warm wax dripped and pooled around the bottom. Every so often my stepsons or I would wander to the dish and disappointingly pointed out that there were no charms revealed yet. Three hours later I extinguished the flame and went to bed still wondering about the charms.
This morning I lit the candle again and within an hour the top of a black glass cat began to poke through the melting wax. I grabbed a spoon and eagerly scooped the wax away until the full charm was exposed. As I held the little cat in my hand, I realized that life is too short to not burn candles and look for treasures that await. Dan had chosen to leave this Earth never knowing about the treasures contained within the candle.
Our lives are like Egyptian candles. Buried within ourselves are treasures just waiting to be uncovered, but the only way to reveal them is to light ourselves on fire with life. To burn with intensity with the sole purpose of showing the gifts of light we have to offer in the darkness and to not let just let ourselves be put on a shelf to gather dust. To continue to burn in the times when it seems there is no purpose and to know that our treasure still awaits as long as we are willing to continue to light the wick.
Life is too short to not burn candles.