Northern winds invade my spring surprises today.
Clouds so dense they obscure any semblance of Real Light.
Overshadowing the illusive joy just beyond the spirited blockade.
Penetrable quite easily in Truth, but visually too much for my small mind to see through.
Dare we trod into the unseen future with nothing but faith's wings to carry us up to the promised Light?
Trust in the unseen is Faith's Fickle Friend. Results too complex for this small soul's understanding! But knowing All is Well in spite of my misguided desires.