When their hearts start to pinch
And their eyes bleed as their nostrils sing,
You will find me in the Fog.
When their thrones fall into the fracking pits
And rain falls upwards in vengeance,
You will find me naked in the Fog
Blessed; Dying; Repentant; Interceding.
Misty mystery wraps the earth
A beauty born of earth and air
Soft and Subtle, it’s everywhere
It is the chilly Grace of God
To repair the guilty and purify the simple.
The Fog will birth us again
It will take the sins away
In its mist, we are made into ministers of fire
Retiring the bastards; inspiring the sons,
All within the womb of the Fog.
I appreciate this sight
This dance of beauty in the light,
For when the fog comes rolling in
I know a new world of green will begin.
This Poem was published in the May 2023 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.
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