The Fragile Fog

Dawn breaks clear and breeze begins -
leans the many grasses -
rolling knolls, valleys green -
moving, it amasses -

moisture up from silent pond,
a vapor freely born -
confusing fogs of dampness, there's -
another one to warn -

of world's prideful ignorance,
of want and selfish greed.
Another one oblivious
to warnings he should heed.

Slow and patient hovering,
brings truth so plain to see -
but blindness seizes evil hearts
and there will never be -

changes to the inner soul
that lingers ever past.
Then fades away, the temperate fog -
as time has fleeted fast.

God creates, then man destroys
a life, so visible -
but Jesus comes to heal the sick,
the body, spiritual.

Jesus given for our souls,
our Father still awaits -
while life is like the fragile fog
which quickly dissipates.

'Earth?' or 'all eternity?'
two choices we must weigh -
before the fog has lifted and
life vanishes away.