Morning Fog

Carl Sandburg had a poem about the fog.

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Carl Sandburg

That poem is with me this morning as I sit looking at the fog that covers the valley in front of me. I’m sitting here enjoying a fresh cup of Starbucks, but in deference to my friend Lee, it could easily be Tim Hortons or whatever brand you like. One of the remnants of the fog this morning was a dew covered spider web on the lamp post in front of our home. The sun breaking in caused the moisture on the web to glisten. I tried to take a picture of it, but there are some things that even cameras can’t capture and this was one of them. I thought too of how often ethereal events can only be appreciated by those who can see them. I was blessed this morning to see the web and it reminded me of the Ruach. The Ruach is the breath of God and so much of what surrounds us all is just that the breath of God. Sometimes I’m so caught up in myself that I fail to see the beauty of the fog, the spiders web, or the full moon that was out last night. Thank you God for letting me have the eyes to see your creation and to embrace it. Peace and all good.

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About Don

Social entrepreneur, Educator, Open Source Advocate
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One Response to Morning Fog

  1. Lee says:

    Wonderful. I love foggy mornings, too. My favorites are up at Lake Placid with the mountains in the distance rising above the fog.

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