Hand in the Mist

"Come with me", said the voice in the mist as I took its light drenched hand...
I have too much to do on this earth to simply be no more...
I have children who depend on me... I have that goal to find God...
I have music yet to be heard...
I have that book I still want to write...
Oh hand in the mist, your offer is sound... But I'm not quite ready yet...
I take solace in knowing that you are there, but I think I'll stay here for awhile... As bad as the storms get, and as battered as I get, to remain here is something I must do...