God Fog

God's like a fog that waits for me to fall
down on my knees and open up my heart
that, with sincere concern to hear His call,
lets Him come stealing in to work His art.

God's like the sun that burns aside the mist
of worldly visuals and their fawning noise
that we attract when blithely we resist
His bright and warm ubiquity of joys.

God's like a world that will not go away,
distracting us from cozy worlds we own,
a wondrous beacon for a future day,
whose gentle nagging won't leave us alone.

O God of foggy world and searing sun,
warm well my will and world until they're won.

                         -- by Pete Voelz       1/10