by Ethel Mortenson Davis
There was a time when I solved the riddle of the universe.
I looked up into the night sky and knew the world would end in fire.
The wonderment of a child turning a smooth stone in his hands was gone.
The stars? A mere ceiling over the world.
Now that I have grown I have no longer solved
the riddle of the universe.
The universe has become a small, smooth river stone
that I turn again and again in my hands.
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Very nice. Thought provoking. I like the metaphors
Thanks Russ. Ethel
Beautiful the conclusion you came to is the same one I did too
That’s interesting. Ethel
Surely conclusion can not only be a misnomer?
Thanks. Ethel
Beautiful and the hologram of the Universe is within us too. Love David
Very nice thought. Ethel
Oh Wow, Ethel–this is wonderful. Even though I don’t know what you look like, I could visualize you turning that stone/universe over and over in your hand. God bless you today–love, Caddo
Thanks caddo. Ethel
Ethel, this is so lovely and has such depths of meaning – to see once again with the wonderment and delight of a child … with the wisdom of the adult … wow, I love this. Beautifully penned. ~ Julie xox
Thanks Julie. Ethel
Lovely! š The universe in your hands… I like that image!
Nice thought. Ethel
Oh, this is wonderful, Ethel. I love following the thoughts of you as a child – and then in the present turning the smooth river stone over and over in your hands. Simple, yet complex and infinitely deep….
Thanks for this. Ethel
There aren’t any answers, I think, just more wonderment. I love this, Ethel!