Would you, if you knew the high cost of joy, Laugh politely, only when you must, or Lavish love only on those things that last? Wonder is not bound by such fine distinctions. Laugh politely, richly—you know you must not Hide eternal mirth within a hollow gaze— Wonder breaks open every distinction. All that matters now is to rejoice. To hide eternal mirth within his gaze, The holy child looked to gathered shepherds. “All that matters now is to rejoice,” They whisper with tender recognition. The man on the hill speaks to gathered sheep. Now you, since you know the high cost of joy, Whisper, recognizing the weary world, “Lavish love, rejoice, for real things must last.”
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