The fog was so heavy this morning that,
Even now at 9 AM,
It hasn't burnt off the land.
The intersection is bathed in
An otherworldly, golden glow.
Part of me is wondering
If the 99 cent store is open
So I can buy a final roll of packing tape,
But that is suddenly eclipsed
By musings about the Heavenly City.
Does the New Jerusalem
Have that kind of Light about it?
I stop and stare at the elevated train track,
Imagining,
Willing myself to see Beyond...
Thank You, Lord,
For wandering thoughts
That draw me closer
To You...
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