Crossing the mist
Johnclarestokes
Quietly as the breathing tide drew from shore
Til but a faint trickle then a still pool
Into the distance mists another drew
The muted life with the mists in a swirl
Cold grew the once warm life on earth
Warmer grew the rising glow beyond
Til into eternal arms time was flung
To envelope the years of tearful mirth
Into the mists we vainly peered
Where goes our love held so dear?
How travels this spirit into the drear?
What mists can dry such tears?
Then in a gentle lifting of the mist
The mystery of the word in flesh
By faith grace the spirit does caress
In joy our downtrodden spirits lift.
We fear not the gathering gloom
It’s given that our years dwell in dim
Preparing us for the eternal realm
Our darkness into the light consume.
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