Poetry

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Walking in the Mists

"He has made everything beautiful in its time." Ecclesiastes 3:11 NIV

A great peace comes
while walking in the mists,
where those little droplets
of water descend like halos
upon the hair of those
who walk along quiet paths
and listen to hear
distant sounds so clearly,
for noise and prayers seem
to travel further
on these early misty days
and moves one to think
of how good it is
to feel a part of the rain
and a part of your prayer,
not just someone
walking and talking through it.

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