The Pure White Candle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the second story that follows up on "The Blood Red Candle" and is not as gruesome as the first, because this one is talking about Heaven.

Submitted: July 01, 2012

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The Pure White Candle

I am walking towards a flame, I feel happy and full of joy though I’m not sure why

I smell rich perfume, and fragrant flowers, as I walk towards the flame. My feet feel as if I have been floating, my hands feel the soft walls of this new place.

My head keeps turning as I try and drink in all that’s around me, the white walls and floor, the dark blue ceiling seems to swim with stars, and of course the perfectly polished flame. My body goes all tingly, my stomach feels full over wondrous foods, my blood pumping, my face in a smile, my skin smooth and warm. I am walking, down a long corridor, walking towards a flame. The corridor is long, I will get to where I am supposed to be. My spine feels strong, my chest feels overjoyed, my breathing is clear and full. The further I walk towards the flame, so poise and tranquil the less I feel like I am leaving something behind. I am almost to the flame, I see small trickles of light, shining on the walls, the floor seems to disappear and I am walking on air, but I don’t fall, I have faith. Nothing is stopping me, my mind is content on getting there, getting to the flame. My body feels like a wispy cloud as I sail forward, walking along the air currents, and the whitish floor as it keeps me buoyant, I am ecstatic, I want to be where the flame is. My arms and legs work faster propelling me forward, my heart races at each step closer, closer to the flame. I am now three feet away, my vision clear, I see the candle. The pure white candle. Relief washes over me, emotions flowing out of me, the flame lead me here, here is a place for freedom, a place of serenity. I close my eyes, wishing this to be true. It is. Opening my eyes, I glance over and seven feet away I see a gentle figure, dressed all in white except for a velvet purple sash. I opened my arms as love and tenderness grasp me, the cloud soft walls caress me. This is what true bliss feels like, and yes I was leaving behind my life, but now I can be free, for I, am in Heaven.

 

The Pure white Candle  by, Rachael Facteau 2012


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