Beyond the Fog
It's coming
That cool mist rising from the earth
Swallowing the air
Engulfing everything
We see it and we see nothing else
The vapors that once fell as rain or ran as rivers or dripped as dew
They rise and cloud our vision
But the sun also rises
Rays of light and heat scorch across the millions of miles and erase the fog
Our vision clears
We see what was hidden
We see ourselves
Life is that rising vapor
The cloud from the ground that surrounds and swallows every moment
Then disappears
But what is life
Is it merely that moment—that fleeting vapor—that disappearing mist
Or is life more
So much more
As the morning mist rises from the ground
Life rises not from ourselves—not of our own creation
Life comes from Life—the Giver of Life
The One who lives forever
The King above all kings and presidents and celebrities and legends
He is the One who made us—the One who sustains us
He is the One who sees beyond the fog
And He is the One waiting there for us
Life is more
Life is a gift—His gift to us for a moment
For a rising mist
For a fog that lifts with morning light
Light that reveals the eternity beyond the fog