Joy Kellman

In the rising of the sun and in its going down, we remember Joy.

In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter, we remember Joy.

In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring, we remember Joy.

In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer, we remember Joy.

In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn, we remember Joy.

In the beginning of the year and when it ends, we remember Joy.

When we are weary and in need of strength, we remember Joy.

When we are lost and sick at heart, we remember Joy.

When we have joys we yearn to share, we remember Joy.

So long as we live, they too shall live, for they are now a part of us, as we remember Joy.