by this time in the story
the fog will have lost its way
you knew that could happen one day
it’s the finest mystery
why sometimes things look bad and yet
never come to be
you’re stationed on an isle
where all you can do is smile
and you make flower leis
out of anything the way
children make up stories
where the good holds sway
don’t tell me there is no glory
I heard it in a story too
mary angela douglas 5 december 2023
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