Nothing comes of nothing. We are nothing. Briefly in sun, rain, snow, in air, we postpone the unbreathable darkness that weighs us down and humble earth imposes, delayed corpses that breed...

When the Soul slept in beams
   of light.
God appears,
   and God is Light,
To those poor souls who dwell 
   in Night;
But does a Human Form display
   to those who dwell in realms of
Day.

My friends:  If I have any

Please have a nice Easter.