Fog Transformed

Is it drab? Is it gray?,
Opaque, concealing perils that lie ahead?
Though it's dank, forbidding coming day,
where we seek gold, only unyielding lead.

Heavy heart with obstacle down weighed,
vision so blocked cannot penetrate,
slowed beyond the reach of ready aid,
spiraled down, for sight of hope, too late.

And yet, as daylight gradually spreads out,
revealing the next step , indistinct cue,
amid the morass heavy, silent shout,
one tiny beam of light accents the view.

By earthbound clouds, the fog, made indistinct,
surroundings take on lucid accent, white.
A shaft of gem-like light, each crystal drop a glint,
a diorama of the miraculous effect of light.