I really loved this week’s prompt. It’s a beautiful photo, bringing to mind the pain and the hope of the Hebrew people. From the menorah, encrusted in hardened wax, to the crayons, waiting to delight a young child, the photo suggests a rich heritage passed from generation to generation from ancient times until now. Thank you, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, both for providing the photo and for hosting Friday Fictioneers.
Warning: This post contains content of a religious nature. If you choose to proceed, do so with the understanding that I wrote with the intent of showing the beauty of religious symbols in light of the eternal truths they represent, as well as to show the wonder of that moment when one sees, in the darkness of death, the gloriously shining fulfillment of one’s faith. This story is not about losing faith or changing faith, but keeping faith till the very end, when the temporal fades before the eternal, when our physical eyes fail and our spiritual eyes see at last with perfect clarity.
Eternal Light (100 words)
“The light has gone,” the old man mumbled. His face was turned toward the empty menorah, but his eyes, veiled by age, saw nothing but darkness. “All my life, we kept it lit, through good years and bad. It was all we had when we fled the homeland, and now after all these years, the light has gone.”
“Shh,” Angelique whispered as she placed her forefinger delicately on his lips. “Behold, eternal light.”
With a gentle hand, she turned his weathered face away from the menorah. The veil lifted, and he marveled in the full glory of unfading light.
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