THE FOG...

THE FOG...

In silence, the fog drifts magically
 onto the ocean shores..
Rolling from the inlet,
 upon its  sandy floor..
Covering small coastal towns
nestled in the dunes..
Its clapboard houses
tucked and scattered
here and there, within
the misty hue..
The thick cloud of fog rolls in
as it blankets the villages and towns..
The heavy mist saturates everything
in its path, without making a sound..
Solitude, ethereal silence is all around..
The daybreak seeps through
each droplet, each vapor ..the mist rises,
dissipates, disappears as it has always
done before..
The noon day sun sheds its warmth
much like the blanket of fog, now forgotten,
from this earlier day on the ocean shore.
Our lives are much like the vapors
of the fog..
Gone, much like a heavy ladened
water  saturated log..
Eternity is forever..
The comparison is incomprehensible
To the nonbeliever..
As we stand on the edge of
time and eternity..
When our lives are complete..
Was our journey satisfactory,
a blessing, or did we live selfishly?
Let the truth shine on the life we now live..
May we learn from mistakes, ungodliness,
o r share with a heart that gives..
Let not the misty fog corrode  or debilitate
our ways in which we walk..
Reach out, forgive, share your heart..
 So The Son of God will shine His light
as scripture taught..



Hebrews 11

Patsy McNutt Morgan
10/20/14
Revised 10/13/15