The Fogs of Our Soul

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It was November —
the month of crimson sunsets,
parting birds,
deep, sad hymns of the sea,
passionate wind-songs in the pines.
Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park
and, let that great sweeping wind
blow the fogs out of her soul.

~L.M. Montgomery from Anne of Green Gables

 

Midway through November
there is inevitability
about the descent into winter,
the enveloping darkness
shrinking the day,
the cloister of fog banks
rolling in, sticky in mind and soul.

The winds come brisk,
even harsh,
a reminder of a bitter cold
not long far off.

The fogs will clear to prepare me,
to open me up,
though chilled by searing waves,
to a coming advent of change
for my broken spirit and longing heart.

 

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2 thoughts on “The Fogs of Our Soul

  1. A much-needed reminder for us – for the entire world – how desperately we need to change the cold recesses of our hearts as we await the renewal of the fires of hope and love within us that came to us in the Incarnation millennia ago. As we celebrate that saving event again this year, let us hope that it will be the beginning (again) of a world transformed by His love.

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