Here is a post from Along The Way. This poem really resonated with me.CADES COVE MIST 3

dawn breaks,

mountains loom,

fog settles in the valleys of our being…

We wait…

living in the “not knowing”,

paralysis advancing,

hope a distant echo,

vision dimmed

longing reduced to embers…

Yet in the mist Mystery dwells,

and if we wait, Light dissipates what covers us,

what was looming is redefined as beauty…

 In the waiting, Light’s dawning arises within…

 

 so wait…wait…

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