The Fragile Fog 8-3-11

Dawn breaks clear and breeze begins -

leans the many grasses -

rolling knolls, valleys green -

moving, it amasses -

moisture up from silent pond,

a vapor freely born -

confusing fogs of dampness, there's -

another one to warn -

of world's prideful ignorance,

of want and selfish greed.

Another one oblivious

to warnings he should heed.

Slow and patient hovering,

brings truth so plain to see -

but blindness seizes evil hearts

and there will never be -

changes to the inner soul

that lingers ever past.

Then fades away, the temperate fog -

as time has fleeted fast.

God creates, then man destroys

a life, so visible -

but Jesus comes to heal the sick,

the body, spiritual.

Jesus given for our souls,

our Father still awaits -

while life is like the fragile fog

which quickly dissipates.

Earth, or all eternity -
two choices we must weigh -
before the fog has lifted and
life vanishes away. 

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James 4:14 (NASB)
Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow.
You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.