The Mist

The morning mist seen at dusk hovering and surrounding all searching for a new place to dwell seems to stand still and linger for a long time but as the morning sun shines down it will begin to vanish To come and leave quickly as the day will move on As our Life For even if we Live on this Earth longer than one has seen it shall be but a mist of a day It is easy to get caught up in this world when believing this is all we have thriving to possess all one can obtain in this short period of time breeding chaos and greed Nearsighted of the souls need Not even ample time for most to achieve temporary desires longing till the day to be satisfied While we are not guaranteed to even remain a mist until the morning sun For our time here may seem like forever with many sufferings and pain but One who knows the Lord will be united for eternity never to remember the waves they sailed looking for that new land not to count birthdays again With no more attacks from ones who love to sin To embrace the everlasting grin