Scribbled On A Bit of Parchment

The Day Comes

Scribbled on a bit of parchment in hopes I will not forget.

Did you see the morning dawn?  Did you take notice?  Behold its Maker’s hand? 

How the beautiful peach sky did not overcome what was below it…  For under it were the rolling hills and the clumping live oaks standing in the fog.   They were like green broccoli sitting in a warm pot of heavy steam. 

The fog… how it quiets the mind in it’s seclusion.

How it anoints the branches and the grasses until it’s time to go.

I watch as the rays of the rising sun sift it from its valleys and it floats overhead like fine thin silk. 

Heavy dewdrops are its offspring and memory of its glory. 

Oh how I wish I could stay in the coolness of the morn but look a breeze comes and the leaves and acorns tumble within it.  They run excited for what mystery lays ahead.

And so I too must continue to take their example in my stride- Jesus what is to come? 

Come Lord come. 

Fill my day with your thoughts -for my thoughts slow and weigh me down.  Yes, yours are much better suited for me then mine and I temporary, too, want to bring glory to you.  

Come Lord Jesus come.

 By Jeff Johnson a.k.a J.D. Johns