...a midnight mist

the foreign warmth of winter fills her veins.
the melting snow leaves puddles all around.
splatters of raindrops cover her cheeks.
laying on the grass covered hill and completely content.
the rain soaking through her jeans and her eyes wide open.
searching for a distant beauty.
for a far-off land of answered prayers.
a midnight mist envelopes the scene.
the sky is full of an empty fog.
and the road is a hazy image of black and white.
lights flickering in the distance and a soft melody in the air.
she lays there by herself.
on a mountain full of hopes and dreams.
songs of praise fill her lungs.
and she cannot help but let it out.
she sings of love and of grace.
she sings for peace and rescue.
she raises her voice in humble praise.
she lifts a song to her hill top companion.
harmonies. melodies. an instrument of peace.
its as if her soft and subtle voice has been joined by a choir.
she cannot stop the music.
she will not stop the music.
it's ever flowing.
it's over flowing.

Reign in me dear Lord.
Rain on me oh God.