Life passes in a haze, through a cloud of forgetting.
I know not who I am; where I’m going is unclear.
And what I’ve been, I am no longer.
I loved you and touched you. I felt you and knew you.
I moved in your direction; heard your voice and I followed.
I was as newborn; and I could see clearly.
I was fresh, life bright, and lived in your reflection.
That’s what I remember; it is hard to believe, from where I now stand, groping through a persistent fog.
Yet, even from this strange, lonesome vantage, I see you are with me still; and I love you.
I carry on.
You are the light of morning, the sun that brightens every day; the gentle comfort in the shadows of evening.
You warm the depths of my darkest night.
And because of you, I have a great hope.
~FS
Prayerful Life 