Thursday, February 08, 2007

My Soul is a Candle

“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.”

~ Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

    My soul is a candle.
    It glows in the night.
    And when I am silent,
    It seems very bright.

    It touches another's-
    It kindles a flame.
    We are all different,
    And yet all the same.


    Anonymous said...

    “Oh soul,
    you worry too much.
    You have seen your own strength.
    You have seen your own beauty.
    You have seen your golden wings.
    Of anything less,
    why do you worry?
    You are in truth
    the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”

    Anonymous said...

    What is soul? It's like electricity - we don't really know what it is, but it's a force that can light a room.

    ~Ray Charles

    Anonymous said...

    The Shechina is connected to a person just as a flame is connected to a candle; the flame is actually connected to the wick of a candle, but the flame would burn out very quickly if there was no oil. In the same manner, what keeps the Shechina connected to the body, which is the wick, is the oil that is necessary to maintain the flame, the mitzvahs. Which is surprising. You would think that the good intention, the understanding, the knowledge, the wisdom, the love, the faith, and so on would serve as the oil, but the Zohar says, no, that's not what keeps the Shechina present - it's the act of a mitzvah. When we behave in accordance with G-d's commandments and thereby do the things that are important to Him, we create the oil that keeps G-d's presence connected to us, like the flame to a candle. Clearly, then, it's the act, the doing, the serving, that is the primary, most important, overriding consideration and that's why we serve G-d by doing what He asks or what He needs.

    Bava Metzia 84,a

    Unknown said...

    I like that first quote a LOT.

    rabbi neil fleischmann said...

    Great quote. Excellent poem. Why does the soul only SEEM brght during silence?