Fog
Fog envelopes me like a cocoon
Not, for there is freedom
I can move and think
The dampness penetrates
Cooling the remains of summer
The sun is hidden in the fog
Not, for I can feel his presence
Love is lifting me to the highest
Pinnacle of the highest mountain
God grace surrounds me
Love overflows into surroundings
Flowing out like the river of life
I feel the gift of creativeness
Overflowing from my very soul
Nothing can hinder that gift
Well there comes the man
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
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