Joy jumps up – almost out of nothing –
Hope also arrives from nothing.
Nothing is eternal as love –
And nothing is as unbreakable as truth.
All night long, beauty remains a dark One –
Until morning, when it shatters into a trillion different colorful images.
As we grow older, memories become like mountains –
Mainly lying behind us –
While ahead only a few sparkling streams remain to cross.
While still young, though, Nature called out to us like the children we were –
Bursting with life – and with love taken for granted.
But as we age, our attention migrates to ever greater abstractions
Which become steadily easier to understand and accept
Than those earlier complex bursts of childish life-love.