Mist

I walked home today,

along a misty way.

Lonely, leafless branches,

in the twilight, thin and brittle reaches.

Sighing wind.

Mind crying.

I walked home today,

along a misty way.

The path was dim.

Following, but couldn't see Him.

Holding tight.

Right thinking.

--

I will lead the blind by ways they have not known,
along unfamiliar paths I will guide them;
I will turn the darkness into light before them
and make the rough places smooth.
These are the things I will do;
I will not forsake them. - Isa 42:16

And though it doesn't go along in the general sentiment of the above... you should know...

There was no well-worn path...

Today, my boots got stuck,

in grimy, gloopy muck!!!