Overlooking God

At this moment and time,

So much is in my mind.

I am unable to decide,

What’s wrong or what’s wise?

Engulfed in this thick fog,

Between morals and America’s laws.

Just when I feel lost,

My mind thinks of the cross.

The fog lifts as the winds blow,

And as I happen to look below.

Darkness is all I see,

What is happening to me?

Looking around at every angle,

I am shocked to see angels!

Here for this great thing,

My ascent on my own wings.

I now rejoice, feeling fit to be wise-

But the faces of the angels tell me otherwise.