Time = Clarity?

November 8, 2006

"Timing is everything."
So they day
And every day I live, I find out
How true it is.
These past couple of years are spent in haziness,
Like the fog outside,
Filling the gaps of trees.
Reminds me of the cotton in a bottle of pills.
No, this is softer, less coarse.
It's pleasant to my eyes, my mind.
I love the fog.
I know, some point, it will become clear
But I'm enjoying sitting here, All I see is me, fog, and the near distance.
I feel a presence, beyond my sight,
I know it's You.
And I love it. I love, love - love it.
Is seeing clearly all it has to be?
Or can I be content in this
Pea-soup dream of a reality?
I think I can. Should I?
Only time will tell.

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