In physics, the constant at the limits of the spacetime continuum is a velocity, the speed of light. Light doesn't age. The light of other days and the light in this one have no conflict of definition, no difference. Your poem reminds me of this old lesson. Thank you.
I still have some of the pieces of my mother's jewelry I played with -- or admired -- as a child. They shimmer in the light of memory -- only baubles for most, but true treasure for me.
In physics, the constant at the limits of the spacetime continuum is a velocity, the speed of light. Light doesn't age. The light of other days and the light in this one have no conflict of definition, no difference. Your poem reminds me of this old lesson. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYes ... thank you so much ...
DeleteI still have some of the pieces of my mother's jewelry I played with -- or admired -- as a child. They shimmer in the light of memory -- only baubles for most, but true treasure for me.
ReplyDeleteThat this necklace graced my mother's neck when she was so young ... I'm so grateful she gave it to me ... I was and am honored.
Delete"holding the light" in more ways than one I suspect.
ReplyDeleteoh, yes ... :)
DeleteYes....beads holding the light and you placed the pricelessness of that moment right!!
ReplyDeleteI think so ... I'm so glad I still have those beads ...
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