A Holy Fog

A Poem: A Holy Fog

What if

What if the shifts we long for don’t always happen when the fog lifts?

But rather, when we make the decision,

to worship,

no matter how clear our vision.

I don’t just mean sing songs,

I mean to move at the pace of God, even when the place into which we wander is clouded with fog.

So often we wonder when the haze will clear, but what if we were amazed by it before it disappears?

Sometimes we get the clear skies we ask for,

Yet other times we are called to meander in this, mysterious mist.

Then when the fog lifts,

Even a glimpse is…

bliss

God knows what He’s doing whether or not we understand it,

His Goodness is not dependent on the weather, should our trust in Him be?

His guiding hand provides the next step, without showing the whole story in advance, we may only get a glance but…

Maybe that’s all we can handle,

Maybe there is a Holy Fog, that calls upon our courage, demands our trust, and blesses us beyond belief.

Maybe this fog is a path to freedom.