The Fog of Mourning Light

Through the fog of worry and fear,

shivering and cold, I squint and peer

In the growing distance a foggy light appears

A voice beckons and calls me near,

but I, shivering and cold, know only fear

I am lost, weak, unable to steer

My eyes have forgotten life without a tear

My ears confuse the words they hear

From afar the voice calls me near,

declaring the way is open and clear;    

pay no mind to how the darkness appears

I need no strength for this stretching frontier

If only I walk and move with cheer,

my every worry and foggy fear

fade to nothing, a transparent veneer

The voice it calls and beckons me near—

bids me walk straight and never veer

It begs me always, to faith adhere

When bathed in light, the darkness is clear

Those who leave worry and fear;

those who trust and persevere

shall win the greatest prize premier

If only I walk and move with cheer

But my ears confuse the sounds they hear

Troubles beg to reappear

when anxious thoughts remain unclear

The lingering fog of worry and fear

looms heavy and blocks my harried peer

Though, still a voice calls me near

to a towering place of shimmering sheer

where worry and troubles never appear

free from darkness and crying tears

Still, a voice calls me near

to a place beyond worry and fear

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