Soft Mist Poem by James Tipp

Soft mist that lays upon the earth
Soft shroud of white disguising all.
Yet from the hidden mantle life itself
The river listens to the words,
Taking and cleansing inner grief.
Whilst on the rise, His house
Jutting through the haze
Disclosing mercy, truth and time.
Soft steps upon the soaking grass.
Return to meet the Church
To celebrate once more
The fact, the faith, the joy,
He knows, he cares, he loves.