linkage's The Little Match Girl

[Louisiana1976]

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Finding shelter from the blizzard in a cardboard box in an alley, I lit my first match and from a distance I saw a large chest of priceless jewels. Each jewel was a different color and sparkled in the reflection of my light from my match. The jewels came in many sizes and were cut in many beautiful shapes that even a blind person could touch and receive nourishment from.

As the light flickered in the cold wind around me, I drew closer and picked up a gem that reminded me of the dogma my tribe feed me as a child, but I rejected. Much to my surprise when I picked it up the other gems radiance dimmed. And the luster of the one I picked out faded. A feeling came over me that led me to carefully stick my match, still burning, into a small hole in the lid of the box. I used both hands to grab a hand full of gems while sill holding onto my tribes gem. And with this action of accepting them all as equal they all glowed brightly again. The dogma fell away from my tribes gem and revealed the bread of life to me for the first time. I ate and was comforted by its nourishment, as the match went out.

I lit my second match and saw a vast pavilion of happy, healthy, well feed children of all different races, countries and faiths practicing their rituals. A crowd of children ran up to me and said come dance, sing, and act out with your body that which you do not understand with your mind. Trust us and we will keep your match burning while you are with us today.

I surrendered my logic them and ran hand in hand to the pavilion. And for that day I was in what my tribe called Heaven. I do not know why it happened, but when asked to sing in a chorus the words came to me in Latin and I sang out, and was over powered by a feeling of belonging and love. As the song ended, I heard a call to prayer from a tower in the distance.

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