A Shadow in the Mist

A silhouette of a tree

peers through the fog and captures my eye.

I had fumbled over the ground

believing I was blind.

Helpless to find my way

until You spoke.

I heard you

and I hunted your voice down.

I was enamoured

and fascinated by the sound.

Your words, Your breath like wind

lifted the fog.

Slowly greys and muted purples

swirled in front of me

I could see!

I was in a field

on unworked, imperfect, lovely ground

my palms pressing into the grass

my fingers curling around

the sweet, soft blades

I gasped and wept

As I knelt down

I felt the cold dew

soak through my clothes

and saturate my skin.

I welcomed the sensations

every one of them was a gift.

The wind continued to blow

revealing my world little by little.

Until now the dense mist

becomes a graceful covering

Peeling back

to make sense of of it all.

A once frightening mystery

is now an intense joy

for me to eventually understand.

I stand now

With the silhouette of that tree in the distance.

Branches seemingly bare of leaves

Or so I currently perceive.

Because as I go on

my scene is always renewing before me.

Wind blows

The fog shifts

each step

becomes steadier

stronger.

Oh! How Your voice hugs me

as it ushers me towards

a revelation

wrapped in the shadowy silhouette

of that tree in the distance.