Four candles burned …slowly, with a soft ambience that almost gave the impression that they were speaking..
Then, the first candle said, “I am Peace. But these days, no one wants to keep me lit.” Then Peace’s flame diminished and went out.
The second candle said, “I am Faith. But I am no longer indispensable these days.” Faith’s flame also went out.
Sad, the third candle said, ” I am Love. I no longer have the strength to stay lit. People put me aside and don’t seem to understand my importance. They even forget to love the ones nearest to them.” And the candle of Love went off.
Then, suddenly, a child walked into the room and seeing that three of the candles were no longer burning, started to cry, saying “Why aren’t you burning? You are supposed to stay lit until the end!”
The fourth candle now spoke in a soft voice to the child, “Don’t be afraid. I am Hope. As long as I burn, we can re-light the other three candles.”
Never let the Flame of Hope go out. With Hope in your life, no matter how bad things may be, Peace, Faith and Love may shine brightly once again.
Nice story 🙂 i once heard this somewhere:
‘ghar jal gaya hain bacha hi kya hain,
main bach gaya hoon , phir jala hi kya hain’
Ah, well said, Gayatri. Hope has kept a lot of people I know, alive.