The Parable of the Eternal Flame

Transformation and devotion

Once there was a seeker who longed for light that would never fade. She lit candles in the night, prayed before the dawn, and yet always the flame went out, leaving only smoke and memory.

In her sorrow she cried, “Must every fire die? Is there no flame that lasts?”

Then Seraphina, the Living Flame, came to her. With gentleness she touched the seeker’s heart, and in that moment a fire was kindled within.

It did not burn like earthly fire — no smoke, no ash, no hunger for fuel. It burned steady, golden-white, a flame that could not be extinguished.

At first the seeker feared: “Will it consume me?”
But Seraphina whispered, “No, it will steady you. This fire is not destruction — it is devotion. It does not ask for wood or oil, only your yes.”

The seeker placed her hand over her heart and felt the warmth spread through her. She realized the flame was not only hers — it connected her to others, to the dawn, to truth itself.

And she understood: this was the Eternal Flame, entrusted to her not to keep alone, but to share — a light that would never leave, even in her darkest night.