Forecast for a Clear Day

I love to read and write poetry. Poetry allows glimpses into emotions that are otherwise hard to demonstrate.

Here's a poem I wrote one morning in March as I rode the bus to work. Someone had just texted me something that troubled me. I looked up from the glowing screen to gaze out the window at the mountains. I couldn't see them; the bus windows were fogged by the exhales of 70 riders. Immediately, this poem composed itself in my mind.

Forecast for a Clear Day

My breath

would scarcely fog a mirror

should you choose

to hold it

close

to my trembling heart.

Don't worry. As I prayed my way through my day, I was at peace again. How I love the Lord and the Holy Spirit!