Into The Mist Poem by Paige Scott

***One of my Christian themed poems. Allegory.***


Strolling down a sylvan path,
I gazed into the fog.
‘Twas thick and grey—I could not see
The trail wound through the bog.

I paused a moment—in my thoughts—
Inside I blankly peered.
But what might lie beyond the mist
Was unknown to me, I feared.

I wondered at what mystery
Was shrouded by the shrubs—
I pondered what dark danger
Might swoop silent from above.

The earth was damp and smelled so fresh—
I could have stayed right there.
But I felt told to go explore
Those secrets in the air.

But still I waited silently—
And wished I had a Guide.
For I was surely frightened
Of what things the mist might hide.

I lingered longer than I should;
But then I heard a voice.
‘Twas simply a Father of a man
Who inquired of my choice.

“What do you here, my child? ”
He asked— but knowingly—
“Why go you not still on this path
I trimmed for you, so lovingly? ”

I replied with shame upon my face,
“I go along Life’s Way—
But then there came the thickest fog—
That is why I delay.”

He asked again, “What do you here?
And why have you delayed?
The path I trimmed is just for you—
Pray, tell why you have stayed.”

I answered thus, “I am afraid!
This shadow of doubt blocks my way.
I know not what may lie beyond—
For a Guide I wish and pray! ”

He looked at me so tenderly
And then He took my hand.
“Child, ” said He, “I will be your Guide.
I will lead you from where you stand.”

“Together, ” said He, “We will go through the mist.
We shall brave this great Unknown.
I know what lies behind this cloud—
My plan you will be shown.”

This path of life He paved for me.
Then the Father led me through!
So when you too meet a dark mist—
He will do the same for you!