
scattered on the wind
greatness from the lowliest
the will of heaven

scattered on the wind
greatness from the lowliest
the will of heaven

fog through the window
shows vanity of plumbing
the depths of a soul

pointing signs one way
not helpful to those hiking
the opposite way

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