Poetry

In a Mist

by John Puckett 
11/07/22
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In a Mist

Enclosed in a mist
no vision
I cannot see
beyond the limits of my cares
beyond are trees and grass
and sunshine
life
but I can’t see
the gloom has closed me in.

My tiny world
a prison
walled
a room without a view
I walk short paces
round and round
without escape
from worry’s cold pursuit.

Imagination
feeds my fears
the future
meaningless
and dark
anxieties
burn love
and friendship from my soul.

Then Jesus comes
with light and warmth
that lift the mist
and distance comes
and life
bursts out in morning splendour
and vision comes
renewed
and hope revives
in beauty once again
a new perspective – 
the Glory of my King!

Early on Sunday, March 3rd 2002, I read Isaiah 43:18,19:
“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past.
See, I am doing a new thing!”
A short while afterwards, as I watched a lovely mist
disperse in the morning sunshine, the poem just came.