The fog again –
it hangs late this year,
whitening the air
the way snow whitens the ground.
Separating the city,
it makes neighbours invisible,
softening and dulling all of life.
The fog descends
frequently for all of us
at different times, at different places.
It covers us,
not letting in heaven’s light.
Like smoke on the mountain,
it hides God.
I thought I knew the answer to every question,
before I heard the question.
I thought this was faith
but the fog descended and stays still.
Photo by Federico Bottos on Unsplash
