The Fog

The fog weighs heavy

upon the earth

Obscured mystery

Some struggle to see the road

Some blindly follow someone else

Some won't even chance it

Surprised snooze buttons deployed

Roads become ghost towns

Reticent birds hush their songs

Distant sounds startle

A damp and quiet pall

Thinly threaded with dread

Comes now the sun

Scorching the wet fog

Steamy tendrils rise

like white flags of defeat

Disappearing in the sun's gaze

Light streaming through the trees

Into the damp shadows

Flowers arch upwards as a

butterfly flutters into the open

Birdsong crowds the crystal sky

as if it's a Top Song competition

Sometimes He waters the earth

without rain but with

A ground-quenching fog

And some get lost

Their road obscured

Fear settles thick

But just wait a little while

Until the Son comes

Let His fire incinerate the barrier

So that the road is clear

And Faith melts off the fear.

Amen.

“Then the fire of the Lord fell and consumed the burnt sacrifice, and the wood and the stones and the dust, and it licked up the water that was in the trench. Now when all the people saw it, they fell on their faces; and they said, “The Lord, He is God! The Lord, He is God!” 1 Kings‬ ‭18‬:‭38‬-‭39‬ ‭NKJV‬‬