You must never, I say to myself,
curse life again.

The beauty comes from the difficulty,
the trap-door
                          -ever-giving-way-to-
trap-door
          infinite
                  capacity
                             of life.

That we survive it is amazing,
           that we suffer
is beautiful, 
                  because we are suffering 
in jewels. 

Glittering in the sun 
with all the decadent     superb richness
          of our life's experience,
dripping    from our wrists     and our fingers 

                                 and the tips 
of our hair. 

And when we leave this world 
and walk           into the opal light 
that we have come to think of        as God, 
we will not            go naked. 

We will go glittering.