Archive for May, 1997
I dreamt of fog
this morning.
All encompassing
consuming
swallowing me whole.
Lost in the midst
I felt your presence
pulling me forward
guiding my steps
I did not falter
I did not doubt
I only moved forward
Believing in the prize
that I would find.
The sun rose
Burning away the fog
with clouded eyes I awake alone
but still feeling your presence
pulling me forward.
My steps will not falter
the way is clear and unencumbered
as is my heart
No doubts
no fears
only hope
as I believe.