Day 17

Interpretation
Morning mist encloses me as I drive
Ebbing, swirling, seeping in every side.
Wipers sweep the windshield clean,
But within seconds, the fog returns.
Bleary-eyed, the heater awakes and
Relieves the wipers of their duty.
Soon the warmed glass is consistently clear.
My mind's glass needs constant Gospel warmth
To bring clarity to my foggy senses--
Without it, life seems muddled and distorted.