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searching in the fog
Searching in the fog;
Everything becomes blurred;
and stars barely visible,
reaching within oneself,
chimes ringing on a distant tree;
hitchhiking from shore to shore,
I see lightning in the distance,
nothing is impossible,
ghosts floating like feathers!
I feel now I can sore like an eagle;
night blindness now be falls me.
The greatest gift is solitude,
hope in the prayer on, the Rock:
Elegance foreshadowed by simplicity;
forever still;
only because I shall speak softly!
God, please listen to me; I'm searching!!!
© William Stephen Foos
Everything becomes blurred;
and stars barely visible,
reaching within oneself,
chimes ringing on a distant tree;
hitchhiking from shore to shore,
I see lightning in the distance,
nothing is impossible,
ghosts floating like feathers!
I feel now I can sore like an eagle;
night blindness now be falls me.
The greatest gift is solitude,
hope in the prayer on, the Rock:
Elegance foreshadowed by simplicity;
forever still;
only because I shall speak softly!
God, please listen to me; I'm searching!!!
© William Stephen Foos
