As I settle down on greenish hillside early
The Midsummer mist looks fresh and pearly;
Winnowing rare on wings of prayer–
The Midsummer mist presents itself there.
As I pause there pleasantly pondering
Thoughts of tomorrow begin me wondering;
What for me was to be in store—
Questions come to my own mind’s door.
Kneeling on the greens to pray—-
Assurance kissed me that Midsummer day;
I may not know what tomorrow holds
But I know the One who tomorrow holds.
As I paused there pleasantly pondering
God kept my thoughts from wandering;
As I mused amid the Midsummer mist–
God granted me mercy—and restful rest.
2010 by Douglas Raymond Rose