Walking into the fog

It’s a real pea souper

Can’t see a foot in front of my face

Glimpses of possibilities

Murky and unclear

Can’t see the ground on which I’m walking

Might fall off a cliff any moment

Feeling my way like one blind

Living presently

Now is all that matters

Leave the future in the hands

Of One who knows

 

 

 

 

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