Fog At Dawn - Poem by Steven Federle
"We are living in a world that is absolutely transparent, and God is shining through it all the time...He is everywhere, He is in everything, and we cannot be without Him." Thomas Merton
Morning fog softens
spreads through the bare trees, muffles
the cries of the birds.
Edges blur, rounded
fog, logic of cloud earthbound:
faith betrayed and drowned.
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