Walking Through the Fog



I hear a strange voice in the park,
The sound wrapped tightly in the dark.
I see a shape that resembles a dog
In the creepy, hazy dense fog.

There must be an end in sight
Of this unknown walk of fright.
Careful to avoid touching a frog,
As I search through this heavy fog.

With hope abounding over fear,
I search for the sound drawing near.
Faith helps me to overcome
Any distractions of the enemy’s drum.

I struggle to gain a clearer view
Hoping that I will soon see you.
Standing where I heard your voice,
So thankful that I made the right choice.





© Shirley Brittenum


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