An ancient melody,
almost forgotten in time,
preceding perhaps even bringing forth
of mountains, still present,
gently urging itself upon memory,
dim and distant, yet familiar,
oblivious to birthdays and body parts,
reveals radiant hymns of adoration.
Songs so lovely that even faintest memories
elicit gentle healing tears of gratitude.

How could we have forgotten?
How could we have traded everything for nothing?
Yes! I remember this.
This is Heaven's Holy Anthem —
eternal composition of Soul.
You must remember.
You were there with us at the beginning.
We all heard it. We all joined in.