Honest

When the fog sets in
And the world becomes alien
To my desires,
I look for you,
In the crowd,
Listen for your voice,
And miss you, and
When you find me
It's by no coincedence.
Then, though the fog and
The land of confusion stays,
We leave
And show the other
View's of God's beauty.
In this the fog lifts, and
The noise is filtered.
Be sure in my view
Your consideration, strength, and
Hunger for truth
Has shown you
To be a king.

poem by Lorin Addy Garringer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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