In the Temple in Jerusalem was a seven-branched menorah.
That is us, the Jewish people.
Each of us is a flame. One flame burns softly. Another burns with a roar. Until seven branches are filled with millions of distinct, unique flames.
All are drawn upwards, all yearning to reunite with their Beloved above.
And that is the work of Aaron the Kohen, the priest of kindness and love:
That every soul should burn its own flame, and not a single one should remain dark or dim.
I enjoy many of your postings and essays, and thank you.
I was so happily enchanted by this essay and shared it to my FaceBook page with this personal message: "I admit to being mesmerized by the moon and the stars—It started as my childhood belief that the flames of candles gently leaped up to the moon and the stars, reaching out with our special messages to the spirits of people we cherished that had left this world—and it followed that the moon and stars reached down to us earthly mortals. I still have that belief...So I truly believe it was Destiny that sent this essay late last night to my email, as the beautiful full moon shined into my window shortly after midnight this very early morning."