Fog in the morning holds the most promise. The most Hope. The greatest Faith.
I hold not to the fog that covers and chills the beginning of a brand new day,
It's heavy wet blanket that weighs down - I know is not here to stay.
Where we live, where we are, where everything in our world sits
has disappeared from sight, but that is where Faith fits.
At times it is a gift within my soul as I anticipate the lifting of what blinds,
Knowing that perfect timing will reveal to my sight - to my mind.
As the sun above warms the earth below, the fog slowly dissipates.
The suns rays start to play peek-a-boo with the forests, fields and lakes.
The fog thins out to a blurry view before us; a surreal vision of what we believe to be.
As the sun rises higher the heat evaporates the thinning cover, revealing what is there to see.
The promise of Hope, Faith and yes, even Love opens up with renewal,
as the last misty wisps of doubt vanish and creation sparkles as a jewel.
