The accepted time

After every buffingby polish-cloth of retrospecthow richly glow the burnished planesof might-have-been—and how this constant looking backthrough lens of bittersweetcan seem to pale our present sun!

Oh, what a waste of mental elbow grease!Instead, let's dust off all our little gratitudes,those daily building blocks of light,erecting for our habitationshining tabernaclesdedicated to expectant joy,knowing the accepted time is NOW!

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