08/05/2025
The fog never lifted from night til day.
It continued, it persisted.
Although the sounds remained,
Our vision was blurred.
Causing us to reflect and rely on that thought, that vision, that image we know to be true.
Yet as the mist and drops of water gently fell, it cleansed our vision, allowing us clear sight to what we actually see, what is here, what is now.
But where we are, is not always where we will be.
Perhaps it is when we look through the fog that we can see more clearly.
Perhaps what we see in the fog is what we will see in the light,
If we truly believe. ~ Nancy Lombardo
