Through the Fog

Through fog, through torrential tears, Silence soothes my inner being, right within confines of an upper room, where skylight strummed melodies of rain. there I was in converse with the Source; And though I basked on goose down comfort, The devil inside a glass pipe lingered; but on that wintry night of envisioning And deep soul-searching, Distance and time were wedded as one, as My soul traversed the land of my birth, And I beheld vacation bible school days. Upon my wakened psyche sat imprints of longings - Such cravings for a fix of spiritual grub I'd not known Yes, I spoke as my wobbly soul held hands of hope, My dreams would whisk me from addiction. Who knew divine intervention would bring me freedom? Oh yes! this gift, this gift, Twenty-two years and beyond, I must tell someone. *