Tonight, in the silent wonder of midnight,
I gaze out into the misty darkness.
Fog has settled here.
The blanket of haze,
Carrying both the cold and a warmth -
The enigma of shadow.
It's gentle on my face and excites feelings
Of ignorance.
The unknown is such a frightening place.
But is it really?
It is neither a problem nor a complaint
When such a One holds the certainty.
If I were to see all the evil,
Lurking in the heavy cloud,
Then fear would reason to enter,
And very willingly.
But while only He and the fog are in my sight,
I have no fear, no trial, no real distrust -
Only delight.
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