Sometimes a wall of mist drifts by,
Blurring our view of sea and sky.
Landscapes are faint; they mystify.
But when the sun shines through the haze
In splendor, there before our gaze,
Behold, a scene of beauty lies!
Again, a mental mist will rise,
And we, encased in gloom, confess
Fear, sickness, sin, grief, and distress.
Then through the fog the light of Love
Shines in our consciousness; like dove
Of peace with olive branch—good will—
And now our troubled thought is still.
Calm, gentle, quiet, confident,
Clearly we see. The veil is rent,
The mist's dispersed, the scene is clear:
Life, Truth, and Love, God—ever here.
Poems
MIST AND SUN
From the January 1941 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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