Among the old photographs, one was found to be incomplete. A face removed, in a heart shape, from a lady who had been sitting in the sunshine. Probably taken for a locket, to wear around someone’s neck, close to their heart to cherish. A locket of love, somewhere out there.
But no locket was found in the deserted house. Not much left among the bureaus and bookcases, nor the dressers.
Somewhere out there, was a heart-shaped locket with this lady’s face. Someone who had cherished her, wanted to remember her. Wanted this love to be for all time.
Sometimes we find old treasures in second-hand stores. All sorts of things that various people kept in their homes, or wore, yet no longer needed. They themselves have passed on into another dimension, their belongings into another space.
But where does all the sentimental value go, such as that of a beloved locket? Who is there to treasure her memory now? The rest of the picture left behind will likely be tossed. The locket might never be found.
But I believe that this locket, which once held love so strong, which warmed the heart of one human, may be lost in this world, but the enduring power of the love it represented remains here, even if there are no more people who remember the lady in the photograph. There will always be a remnant of love for her in our universe. Theresa M
PS - I ran across the photo of the faceless lady on Bluesky (original source/owner unknown). I thought it was a powerful symbol of love continuing on, forever.
We do treasure material objects, and it’s ok. As long as we know they are but temporary gifts. And when they represent someone we love, trust that even as material things pass, love will always last, somewhere out there.
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