Mystery In The Mist Poem by James Tipp

This morning has an air of mystery
The spider’s web illuminated by the dampening mist
Decorates the bird table seen ghostly through the mist
The quiet stillness hides the summer sun
Mystery abounds, the churchyard drips softly
The echo of the birds lies out there somewhere
The river hidden from our view sluggishly meanders
What is to come hidden from our view
So it was so long ago his mystery unfolded
Yet hidden from their view this mystery
Which ebbs and swirls throughout time
Only to be revealed when the Son comes