Scripture tells me that there shall be
No remembrance of things past.Yet
I seem to remember perhaps that is
Why God gives the old the gift of
Senility that they may roam for
Yet a while where their  treasures
Are  unremembered still bright as
New Ay Take  up your cross  old
Sojourner for it brings you closer to
The end of that unbearable wait so
Soon over now to all of suffering the
End but one to the pure joy of rising
Death overcome in  forgetfulness.The
Soul washed clean is truth innocent
Its fountains are the eternal springs.

As it was  in the beginning is now...
The foolishness of God is better than
The wisdom of man...