Mist is here and then it is gone.
I am a MIST.
A mist appears in the night. When it is dark and cold, and others are a sleep. It’s sent by the Creator to fulfill a specific purpose. To refresh and nourish – and prep for the heat of the day. How sweet is the freshness that the mist leaves behind.
Only those who wake up early, might be able to catch a glimpse of it. Those in the day, going about their business, the business of life, do not even stop to ponder that what they have – the way they have it is due to work being done unseen.
It’s partly due to the gentle mist. The air they breath and the food they eat, the trees and flowers they see, partly because of the work that’s done that they never notice.
May my life fulfill its purpose – refresh and nourish, bring oxygen and life. May it fulfill its vital role with crowds not noticing that it was my presence, that it was my quite prayer in the wee hours of morning for them, for others, for LiFE.
…until the Mist of my existence disappears.
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