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.)