I’ve a gift to offer you, a gift of magic bright, A gift you cannot see or touch, or hold up to the light, And if you take this gift of mine, this gift I offer you, I will have it still to give, again to give to you. My gift is just a bit of time, a moment, hour or day, A time to laugh, and dance and sing, and play as children play, A time to sit and talk of life, or talk of lighter things, A time to walk in silence sweet, and learn that silence sings, A time to love and share our souls, to kiss and gently dream Of time well spent in meadows fresh, by swiftly flowing streams, A time to praise the times that were, the time that’s yet to come, A time to have forever more, when this bright moment’s done. I could not give you less than this — I wish it could be more. The times that you have given me are gifts I so adore. They fill my heart; they light my days, and make me think of you. I pray my gift of magic bright will bring sweet joy to you.