Remind me, dear

Be a dear
When I am old
Remind me that I love fog 

(what is hard to see still exists)

When I struggle, dear
Remind me a blurred world is softer
And beauty has its own vision

(refracted light still sparkles)

Ever remind me, dear
Soft is better than hard
And perhaps clarity is overrated

(silently settled softness)

So be a dear
And remind me ever so softly
God’s love is never blurred