
fog in the morning
clarity by afternoon
the sun sets too soon

fog in the morning
clarity by afternoon
the sun sets too soon

the wind on my face
pushing waves across the pond
a breath of heaven
mist on distant hills
a hard-to-place low rumbling
the train’s clear whistle

whispering waters
footfalls on the gravel trail
only sounds around
the Lamb’s sacrifice
his body given for all
scandal for the world