On bright days when the paths look clear
and I am feeling confident of my footsteps,
I can easily forget that there is still a fog or
that my outlook is fuzzy with my humanity (like
wearing smudged glasses without knowing it).
Yet on those days that feel hazy with uncertainty
— when I can barely see my daily path, let alone
the maze of trails which need to be navigated —
my steps slow with thoughtfulness and my spirit
remembers to appreciate mystery over certainty.
Be glad, o my soul, for even the densest of fogs
which instills eternal truth through its silence:
“What you see is not all that there is to see…
indeed, it is not even the beginning!” So be glad,
o my soul, in the Mystery that surrounds you now!