sometimes pure happiness just floats down
where did it come from the children softly ask
and then go on playing
while their angels look askance
and alternately chime.
sometimes a happiness outside Time
breaks through in a dream and into a rhyme
and no one knows but the wind that blows
who sent it and for what earthly reason
and why did it come this season?
the apple blossom from an orchard far away
so far from town
you could only measure it in light years
and you're not in that grade yet.
you're just in the way of its shining.
mary angela douglas 22 december 2020
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