Sightings

The shawl of gloom
wraps me warm,
and at times
lifts its veil
to let me glimpse
as time billows past -
on horizon is lit
faint and far
without falter -
steady in haze
it shines, it beckons
the shimmering lamp of hope
brightens my dim sight

Yes its through You
that I behold?
Your hands
surely guide.