The fog has cleared away. The morning mists are lifted heavenward, and a clear, bright day has come. Yet still, my troubled mind its own fog carries, haunted by fears of what’s to be. Trepidation of the future, tinged by strange hope, a new adventure awaits. I am at the cusp. If only I had a bit more time.
I march ahead, in faith, as wisely as I know, but what is faith or wisdom without love? Lead me to love, my God; guide me to you.
I don’t know where I’ll land, but let me never leave your hand.
Tale Told 