Mist

Lingering fingers of fog
Drift across the wooded dell
In places as yet unaware
Of Sunshine's warming spell.
 
 
 
Lord, rise within my inner sky
To melt away the bane
Of doubt and fear, of faithlessness
Where I must give you reign.

 

Reveal my smallest guilty space--
Expose it to your gaze--
Until you find no spot 
When I shall end my days.
In time the warmth and radiance
Will touch those clouds of dew,
Casting out their shadowy forms
Revealing nature's hue.
.

 

Lauren C. Lilly , 1996