He stares around at the hazy fog of life, searching for a path. He envisions great things, yet nothing is within his sight. He believes in the light destined to come, yet nothing offers proof of its truth. He commits himself to wander through this gray region and questions what he may encounter. Curiosity overrules his fears and his courage urges him forth.
Three steps into the fog and he finds himself caught in a rainstorm. He hears thunder roaring up above but can find no shelter from the rain or wrath of lightning. He creeps forward on the wet ground and from the corner of his eye, he sees a tree accept the wrath and hears it’s strength of many years split asunder.
He stops, crouches down and thanks the tree for it’s protection. He looks up and sees a foggy trail leading out of the storm and decides to follow it. Again, he enters a gray region with faith in light, yet the mist shrouds his vision. A young tree enters his line of sight and he directs his steps towards it.
With each step towards the tree, he aims to thank this young life for offering him hope. In front of the tree, he bows and lays a hand on the soil above it’s roots. “Thank you, kind tree. You restore my hope.” he whispers.
When he straightens, he is caught by the sunlight shining on the grass beyond the trees and, caught in excitement, he picks up his feet to run under the warm light and into a field not laden with fog. He finds a center and lays himself on the field, spreading himself like a star on the ground. “For all the gray that has misted my sight, I am grateful for having faith in light. Thank you for leading me with young life and welcoming me with the old and constant. Forever, I will trust my vision, even if it’s not yet within my sight.”