I left home with a heavy heart
My zeal was gone, my murky mind thick
Like the heavy fog o’er the Strait of Juan De Fuca
As I prayed for direction the sun broke through
A shaft of light sliced the fog and lifted my mood
Signified hope on the Strait of Juan De Fuca
I split the zone in a twisting wind
It felt cold, surreal, nondescript
Like the morning fog o’er the Strait of Juan De Fuca
The vague ambiguity was sliced right through
Enlightenment revealed the horizon
Signaling hope on the Strait of Juan De Fuca
When meandering, directionless
Churning, drudging in a pit
Like a dense fog o’er the Strait of Juan De Fuca
Look to Heaven where help comes from
God’s light breaks through like light through fog
Spiritual hope on the Strait of Juan De Fuca
By Royce Waxenfelter
9/27/16
& 3/2/17
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