Lighting the Way

BigMama dropped off a candle to shed light on the road to heaven. "Keep it lit for three days," were her instructions. It reminds me of Indiana Jones when he threw sand on the camouflaged bridge that spanned gorge. One flick of his wrist and his escape was in plain sight. Of course it was there. Where else would it be?

These days, heaven seems like that to me. So yesterday, I half-heartedly read by the candle, while sipping an endless cup of hours cold coffee. I even worked on last Sunday's Suduko. But most of the time I quietly watched its flame dance. Wondering if it was a sign. A suggestion that with a few light steps and poof, one can find themselves in heaven. To be embraced by loved ones who danced before.