Welcome to a poetic journey that transcends the boundaries of time and space, as we delve into the profound musings of John J. Rosenbaum's masterpiece, "The Touch of Light," penned in the early hours of September 16, 1986. In this mesmerizing blend of science and theology, Rosenbaum invites us to contemplate the interconnectedness of all existence and the profound impact of light on our perception of reality.
Through evocative imagery and lyrical prose, Rosenbaum paints a vivid portrait of the world around us, inviting readers to witness the beauty and complexity of creation. From the distant horizon to the minutiae of every leaf and blade of grass, the poet's keen observations awaken a sense of wonder and reverence for the universe.
At the heart of the poem lies a profound truth: that in the touch of light, we find not only illumination but also a profound connection to the divine. As Rosenbaum delves into the mysteries of light, time, and eternity, he challenges us to expand our perception and embrace the fullness of existence.
Join us as we embark on a journey of exploration and enlightenment, guided by the timeless wisdom of John J. Rosenbaum's "The Touch of Light."
The Touch of Light
by John J. Rosenbaum, 9-16-1986, 2:30 am (Science and Theology)
When looking out across the land
A thousand things to see
To focus on a distant knoll
And single out a tree,
I feel the land all rush to me
From light rays off the sun
That let me touch these thousand things
The each and every one.
What I can see thus touches me
This instant it exists
And even though my eyes should close,
My touch is just as brisk.
Not one by one, but all at once
In multi-varied hues,
Yet each thing comes complete itself,
Distinct, they need not fuse.
A feeling comes from all things then,
Alone we do not stand,
This universe, all touches all
Its fullness sees each man.
And God is light as light should be
Whose light enlights the soul
Light times itself times matters mass
Is matter freed made full. (E=mc2)
For should I move the speed of light
Thus time should cease to be
One touch; before and after’s now;
I'm in eternity.
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