Remember your Creator in the days of your youth, before the days of trouble come and the years approach when you will say, “I find no pleasure in them” — before the sun and the light and the moon and the stars grow dark, and the clouds return after the rain; Ecclesiastes 12:1-2 (NIV)

Youth need not be wasted on the young. Nature may lead a child to myopia but grandparents, teachers, occasionally a parent wise beyond years, may plant seeds of prescience, of discernment, of faith. Blessed indeed is the beneficiary of such a bequest. God, let me remember you now, even when my youth has passed. Let me remember you in sunlight and gloom, in fair weather and foul. Let me find pleasure in each day, with you.