A Dense Fog
A Dense Fog
A dense fog pervades the atmosphere,
obscurring any sight of the nearby volcano.
Yet it's presence could be felt,
as the earth trembled with sulphur and cordite
in the fetid air.
I could hear the sound of the nearby ocean,
a valve through which escape was possible.
The land was dark and foreboding,
no canopy of stars could be seen.
I stood alone fearful,
not knowing what to expect.
News from afar spoke of wars and rumours of wars,
of earthquakes, famines and celestial turbulence.
In the distance I could hear the cries of the innocent,
the wailing of those who grieved.
Bombers flew overhead,
their payload destined for some other urban place,
Drones skittered not far from where I stood.
The land beneath my feet was ravaged,
by mans inhumanity to man.
Occasionally the fog broke,
to reveal a ruined city, lifeless.
I did not want to remain there
but I could not retrace my steps.
The fog swirled about as a gaseous frenzy,
voices beckoned to me in Arabic.
I felt my way toward them and felt a kind and gentle hand,
it drew me into a fellowship of suffering and warmth.
My fear abated as a fragment of hope arrived
A voice said, 'Peace be with you'.