A Wondrous Mist
Dear child, your life’s a wondrous mist,
a vapor breathed by God.
But lest you think of self too much,
He likewise made the cod.
Now I am not suggesting that
we’re imaged with the fish,
But in your quest to right all things,
be careful what you wish.
For when you say the future’s bleak,
your thinking’s become flawed;
when life must only go your way,
you’ve made yourself a god.
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