So, I've decided to take up writing poetry again.
Perhaps it will provide some light(er) relief from my very long, verbose blog posts.
I'm not particularly skilled at poetry, but perhaps I'll grow into it. I'm still trying to get past the primary-school notion that all poetry has to rhyme.
This was inspired by my dear friend's feedback on my last post about the fog, which is still lifting, slowly but surely.
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How Beautiful Even the Fog Can Be
How beautiful even the fog can be
that hides the way
to a better me
a whole me, a healed me
Yes, there is a beauty here that I can see
as You journey through this fog with me
How beautiful even the fog can be,
You hold out Your hand to me,
You know the way through
because You are the Way through,
You know the Truth because You are the Truth
that sets me free, to stay free
How beautiful even the fog can be
Because You are very present here, in the fog, with me
It doesn't scare You
even the dark is not dark to You.
Like the fog, You hem me in, behind and before,
Like the fog, You hold me and surround me
How beautiful indeed the journey
through this fog can be
Every step, You have whispered
Every step, You have held
Every step, You have healed
Every step, I have discovered more of You,
Immanuel, God with me
You hem me in behind and before, and You lay Your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. Ps 139:5-6
....even the darkness will not be dark to You; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to You. Ps 139:12
And this beautiful rendition of one of my favourite songs, that reminds me that whenever I am 'stuck', He is right here, again.
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