Misty Morning

As light peeps through the silent trees to touch the damp and mossy earth, the birds pay homage to creation - singing in sweet jubilation. While a young fawn grazes peacefully along the edge of the tranquil valley, falls an early morning shower - God in His gentle power. It is a rain-drenched misty morning as the dewdrop kisses the blossom; it is another fresh beginning as He rules each living thing. How silent is the dark rain forest but for beasts crying from the nest, fishes splashing on crystal water, wings fluttering above in the air. Beneath the sky’s great canopy is this lush garden that I see; on this new morning that I greet comes a renewal of my faith.