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Sooner than ever—or so it seems—

that time of year is here again,

time when there is so little time to do the well-worn,

needful things, selecting trees and garlands,

not to mention gifts—just where is that old address list

left on the back of one of last year’s envelopes?—

a time when benedictions gather into heaps

with every morning’s mail,

as friendships are renewed on slips

of cheerful colored-paper.

Anyway, here’s wishing you some time,

time to kneel, at least,

within the cloistered chamber of the soul,

and say, or sing, or even weep, a word of peace

and promise, maybe praise. Whatever time we have,

that’s what it’s given for.