joy is presence…

joy is presence;
grief is absence.
that small much is clear —

what was good
is never lost, or
it was never here.

in our being
there’s agreeing
if we’ll just but feel it —

what is good
needs take no counsel,
nor need you appeal it,

for there is
a sudden season:
life is lived, so do it —

what is good
is its own reason,
that’s all there is

to it