In the Mist of Life


In the mist of life, I have found myself
Lost and alone in a wood dark and gray--
A chill to the bone, a fall to the depth
A longing to feel the warm rays of day.

There was but one road which ran to a church.
There were many roads that ran far in the wood.
Like a fool I have run past Elm and Birch
This lost road turned to a trail where I stood.

A dark cloud now forms a narrow cold sky
A wind from the North, which blows coastally.
My choice brings no answer only a sigh
It made years ago and so willfully.

Weary am I of a life on this path
Wishing to visit my option again.
Fearing my Lord or fearing His wrath
I backtrack this road but only in vain.

Before me a puzzle of rock and stone
Reaching far back before a road in time
Planted me deep in a mist with no tone
Searching for a life, that I could call mine.

This narrowing track turns back on itself,
The undergrowth soon will stand in my way.
In the mist of life, I have found myself
Lost and alone in a wood dark and gray.

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