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Fog Lingers In, by Don Bartletti, LA Times, 2010

Fog Lingers In, by Don Bartletti, LA Times, 2010

Temecula

Tim Riter September 30, 2013

Clouds rolled in

            shutting out the sun

                        its warmth

                                    energy

                                                and joy

            leaving life in shades of gray

            letting darkness reign

            even penetrating my soul

The sun then

            blasted through the mist

            a column of light connecting sky to earth

                        reminding me

                        the sun shines even when obscured

Activities of every day

            worries

                        fears

                                    failings

            form the clouds of my life

                        hiding your light

                        even penetrating my soul

Blast through

            once again connect heaven to earth

            remind me

                        you always shine

                                    even when obcured

Amaze me

            once again

We enjoyed 22 years in Temecula, an old west town in southern California. The native inhabitants named it--where the sun rises through the mist, as the photo shows. The morning fog delayed the onset of hot afternoons, then the evening southwest breezes brought relief. Life was good. But some mornings, honestly, I wondered if the sun would ever break through.

But some other mornings were more bleak. Almost overcome by the stuff of life, God seemed distant, almost not there. Of course I knew he was omniscient, just as I knew the sun circled above. In the poem, I mentioned that some clouds formed from my failings. Don’t take that necessarily as spiritual. Rather, like my race, I’m imperfectly human. My talents and drive don’t always yield the results I want. Sometimes I choose goals I cannot reach, and the inevitable frustration gets to me.

When I wrote the poem I taught English full time at a local Christian high school. We English teachers may be the most masochistic, with the time demands of grading essays! Simultaneously, the last stages of writing a Master’s thesis consumed the last fragments of free time. And….well, you get the picture. The details vary, but most of my race share the busyness.

Unlike an earlier post, I wasn’t stuck as much as occupied. I made the decisions, the commitments. And I paid the price of distance from God, the God I loved above all. But you couldn’t tell by my calendar.

In the poem, I asked God to blast through. Reality differed. Some of those clouds I needed to dissipate. Others, only he could do.

KICK STARTING THE DISCUSSION

What activities in your life most obscure God’s very real presence? How did they creep in? What has worked to allow the sun to break through? What hasn’t? Any lessons you’ve learned that you care to share?

 

InPoetry Tagsspiritual formation, Depression, Reality, Fog, Temecula
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