Divinely

How they delight me those priceless
gifts, each a treasure that fills the
jewel box of my memory. These are
jewels of great fidelity to the nature
of existence, each within its capture
of a time, a place, an occasion or a
landscape, someone loved in the
past or smiling from the present
these photographs of timeless
iterations whose value cannot be
compared to anything but the moment
in time when they occurred, held
firm in the mirror of a picture to be
fondly regarded, viewed as one
would a jewel whose value is beyond
comprehension, scintillating with
beauty, emotion, admiration and
the fascination of the magic inherent
in stopping time, holding the moment
embroidering it with entrenched
memories, these are no mere trifles
but splendid, flamboyant and
sparkling reassurances of love and
security, of self, of others, of nature.