Fog

The fog closes in... down low, heavy, wet, and cold. She can't see. Visibility is gone. Instead there is a hazy grey, as if wearing sun glasses in a dark room. Shapes move around, but they feel distant, leaving her feeling alone and trapped. She doesn't know what is ahead and she is scared. Fear consumes her, blurring her view even more. The fog has become dense as she travels down into the valley, further away from anything she has ever known before. So much is unclear, vague. The path she walks is untraveled. Her pace slows as obstacles hinder her speed. She begins to trip, but as she starts to fall someone grabs her hand. He holds it tightly. Relief. She is not alone. She can't see, but she knows that He can. He guides her, slowly, gracefully, lovingly... like a father would. She is safe, and she trusts Him. She doesn't speak, she only listens... to the silence. He doesn't have to speak... she knows that He is with her. She moves closer to him... closer... closer... so close that they feel as one. He has taken her away. Away from fear, away from loneliness. She may be walking by herself now, through the fog, through the haze... but she feels Him there. He will be there always... He's there in her heart.