Mist of the Morning

A veil covers sea,
And land and soul and sky;
Drawn up over the heavens,
Refreshing travelers.
Its cool silken fabrics,
Draped over ev'ry field,
Relax the laden lines
Of every stressed person
Who awakens early;
And conceal creatures
That hide from all dangers.
These wings of God protect
And heal and care for those
Whom He had created;
Until they rise again
Back up to the heavens
Where God's enthroned above.

-Anne B. Caitlin

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