There is a fog that hides this tree, 
that I know is there.
Just because I cannot see, 
I don’t believe it’s disappeared.
There is a good within us all, 
and when deeds block that out
It doesn’t mean that it’s not there, 
just waiting to come out.
The fog lifts ever gradually, 
one droplet at a time. 
The truth reveals its leafy self, 
within the scope  of time.   
We cannot change the stuff of fog, 
to make the tree show faster. 
We cannot change the heart itself; 
it changes from the Master.


by D.K.Walker