Such is true joy’s absolute certainty,Its slow lit fuse that burns holesIn the shabby shroud of death forever.

To have been where you have beenAnd to still have joy,Dazzling in your heart,Now there’s a thing to make the whole world smile.

Every new dayOur children's joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn.

For every moment of suffering,Others will arriveThat will instead pierce you with joy.