Jim: The fog is rolling in. I cant see the bay
Just one hundred yards away
But that is OK
Because it reminds me that I am near the sea
And salt water is my destiny
When the ships are rattling my windows with their fog horns
I will be hoisting a toast of mulled cider to the Captains
Wishing them, "Barnacles off the bottom!"
Misale: I love when the fog comes rolling in.
It covers the bad and sad of the world. Visible are our trees, but
not the streets. We are enclosed in our little world of us and God.
It's so soft. May God be with us always, so softly.