morning mists

Had I the power
to part these morning mists,
would I find You There;
just beyond, waiting with
a warm, welcoming embrace
and Home’s Sweet Kiss?

Would I finally see
Your Face, and know
the Place of my soul’s belonging?

For on this side
I often feel
I am a stranger~
ever in danger
of losing my grip
on this world;
ready always
to slip through the veil
and meet You in
that Greener Place
I have glimpsed…

Where all is held
and healed and blessed;
Where there is full and final rest
for the weary and the worn.

Had I the power
to part these morning mists,
would I find the fruit
of all You have spoken,
and the tender mending of
all that is broken in me?

Would I see the world
at once restored,
and all God’s children
in accord at last
amidst the vastness
of a Banquet spread in Glory?

Had I the power
to part these morning mists,
would I find the promised Parousia,
by Gift of Grace, is already
the world’s mist-hidden Story?

~Cheryl Anne

 

(Morning Mist photo courtesy of Pinterest. I take no credit and receive no compensation.) 

4 thoughts on “morning mists

  1. Praying for Roger and Verlene (two dear parishioners) as Roger makes his way through the veil… we will visit him before this afternoon’s funeral and before we head out of town for a few days of rest. Of course there is another funeral the day after we get back…

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