The Mist on our Moor

I woke up yesterday morning to this...amazing, absolutey gorgeous sight. :)

Misted is the dawn lit morn,

Bright and gay, yet unknown,

It is more beautiful than golden horns,

That sound to the far away.

High above the light pours down

Upon the rich land, the woods,

And the dewy, earthen ground.

It shines bright and lovingly.

It is at moments like this,

When you wish you could

Stay forever in the bliss

Frozen in time and mist.

Take me to the frosted lands

Where mist rules in wonder.

Where time is still, as are the sands

Of change and dark and danger.

Hardly can I keep my skin
And harder can I breathe
When I stand within
The fog of mystery.

~How Great Thou Art~

O Lord my God,

When I in awesome wonder

Consider all the world Thy Hand hath made,

I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,

Thy pow'r throughout the universe displayed;

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art!

How great Thou art!

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art! How great Thou art!

When through the woods and forest glades I wander

I hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;

When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur

And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze.

~Willa