Fog

Oh this fog that blinds my sight;
I stumble about, arms outstretched
unseeing; a seeming comforting bliss
that I accept as normal;
as do so many others.
A shroud of haze about me
constantly finding myself falling
into that cloaked precipice.
And time and time again,
find myself climbing
right back into that dense fog again.


But there is a brightening about me
as the Son shines downward,
outward, and through my clouded soul.
It pierced this fog of sin
and I can finally see again.
But the fog is always there,
and ever will be through life
just on the periphery of my sight.
But when it creeps in,
and threatens to choke my vision anew,
I just reach for the Son
whom makes my clarity crystal-bright,
shining....and new.