Who shall sing your praises, O Lord, with pipe and horn and tambourine, to dance in joy throughout the night?
Not you, O Faithful Revelers.
Who shall build your temples, O Lord, with towers and arches, glass and gold, reflecting your light unto Heaven?
Never you, O Restful Workers.
Who shall give the laws, O Lord, with wisdom and grace, counsel and guidance, that all may know your ways, delighting to follow them?
Anyone but I, O Obedient Children.
How then shall we serve you best, Lord of Procrastination?
You shall do all of these things, and more, Beloved.
Tomorrow.
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