Eternal is uncertain, except for a glimpse. Yet even a glimpse passes for more than faith. And so we speak of our joy as being most precious and therefore golden, while we think of dawn as but a beginning.
Therein lies true treasure. We share the sorrow of loss even while we realize that it was first born and continues in love.
This work cycles well from loss and grief to acceptance and ultimate joy, never quite fully letting go which is how it should be. Would it be trite of me to say how wise it is?