Mystery to listen to

The softness of rain, dew mixing to give the
earth and us food for the day.

Then the city caressed by a dense fog. Covering
the eyes to dip lower, inquiring to the mystery that
begs to be opened, seen.

Oh how it makes my eyes feel sleepy and the soul
drowsy. My mind asks to shut down for only a few
seconds. Only the memories rage as a river into
the line of thought.

Hold onto the softness of the fog, the clouds. Dream.
Drift closely to peace, comfort.

Lovely how the covering of mystery hangs over well
into the darkened hours. Still a silence that vibrates
to core.

Breathtaking of Jehovah's creations. A soothing calm
that Jehovah provides for all who are listening.

So are you listening?