The Golden Space Within: Discovering Life’s Hidden Treasures
Even when the day closes, beauty lingers—waiting for us to rediscover it.
The Treasure
Rupert Brooke
When colour goes home into the eyes,
And lights that shine are shut again
With dancing girls and sweet birds’ cries
Behind the gateways of the brain;
And that no-place which gave them birth, shall close
The rainbow and the rose: —
Still may Time hold some golden space
Where I’ll unpack that scented store
Of song and flower and sky and face,
And count, and touch, and turn them o’er,
Musing upon them; as a mother, who
Has watched her children all the rich day through
Sits, quiet-handed, in the fading light,
When children sleep, ere night.
Reflection
Rupert Brooke’s “The Treasure” invites us to consider the quiet vault within us where every beautiful moment is stored. Even when colors fade and the world darkens into evening, our inner life remains lit by memories of joy, love, and wonder. The poem suggests that nothing truly good is ever lost—every smile, sunrise, song, and tender face becomes part of a “golden space” inside us. Brooke’s closing image of a mother resting after a full day reminds us that reflection is not withdrawal; it is gratitude. When we pause long enough to revisit our inner treasures, we realize how rich our lives already are. These stored moments don’t simply comfort us—they shape us, gently reminding us who we are and what truly matters.
Reader Question
What “hidden treasure” from your own life do you find yourself returning to when the world grows quiet?