"Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared." - Buddha
Between midnight and dawn, a young woman knelt before what was once a place of love and light. It had been ruined by darkness and hate. Her heart ached for those that once dwelled with its sacred walls. She rolled the wick of a candle between her fingers and a glowing flame sparked to life. Pearl tipped the candle to allow melting paraffin to drip on the sidewalk. When the wax pillar was upright again, she secured it in the congealing liquid. "Murach an dorchadas n" thuigfimis an solas," were words spoken as part of a prayer.
She had come alone. Others had paused to watch and left their own burning candles or whatever they could find as token of support. A smile touched Pearl's lips as she watched. When she departed, she whispered, "Go mbeadh cuimhne agat i gc"na" nuair a thiteann na sc"thanna, n" shi"lann t' i d'aonar." By mid-morning, the same element that had brought about the destruction of the Temple of Scathach had been raised as a symbol of hope for the Sisters, who had many times been the bright light for others.
(( The Irish translates roughly as: "Murach an dorchadas n" thuigfimis an solas" "Without the darkness, we would not understand the light." "Go mbeadh cuimhne agat i gc"na" nuair a thiteann na sc"thanna n" shi"lann t' i d'aonar." "May you always remember when the shadows fall you do not walk alone."))
Between midnight and dawn, a young woman knelt before what was once a place of love and light. It had been ruined by darkness and hate. Her heart ached for those that once dwelled with its sacred walls. She rolled the wick of a candle between her fingers and a glowing flame sparked to life. Pearl tipped the candle to allow melting paraffin to drip on the sidewalk. When the wax pillar was upright again, she secured it in the congealing liquid. "Murach an dorchadas n" thuigfimis an solas," were words spoken as part of a prayer.
She had come alone. Others had paused to watch and left their own burning candles or whatever they could find as token of support. A smile touched Pearl's lips as she watched. When she departed, she whispered, "Go mbeadh cuimhne agat i gc"na" nuair a thiteann na sc"thanna, n" shi"lann t' i d'aonar." By mid-morning, the same element that had brought about the destruction of the Temple of Scathach had been raised as a symbol of hope for the Sisters, who had many times been the bright light for others.
(( The Irish translates roughly as: "Murach an dorchadas n" thuigfimis an solas" "Without the darkness, we would not understand the light." "Go mbeadh cuimhne agat i gc"na" nuair a thiteann na sc"thanna n" shi"lann t' i d'aonar." "May you always remember when the shadows fall you do not walk alone."))