Like Morning Mist
“You do not know what tomorrow will bring.
What is your life?
You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.”
— James 4:14
Like morning mist beneath the sun,
we appear;
soft, fleeting, fragile
and then we’re gone.
A breath. A blink.
A quiet vapor rising into eternity.
We are not promised tomorrow.
Our time here is not ours to waste
on roads that lead nowhere,
or fears that chain us to stillness.
We are here, for now…
and that is holy.
This is the call:
To rise above our pasts,
above poverty, addiction, sorrow, or shame.
To lift each other when the weight is too great.
To be a voice for the silenced,
a light in the shadowed street,
a hand reaching out in love.
You who were overlooked,
stand tall.
You who were broken,
be healed and rebuild.
You who doubt,
be filled with the Spirit
and speak with courage.
Let the mother who has nothing
still bless her home with love.
Let the young man from the corner
become a leader who walks in truth.
Let the one once bound by fear
dance in the freedom of grace.
We were not made
to drift and disappear.
We were made to reflect the glory
of the One who formed us from dust
and breathed eternity into our lungs.
So, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Awaken us.
Remind us how short our days are,
and how sacred.
Teach us to live with purpose,
to build with grace,
to pour our lives out like oil
for a world in need.
Let our hands carry the Gospel.
Let our feet walk where love is scarce.
Let our breath praise You until the very end.
We are the mist
but in You,
we rise with power.
We vanish from earth,
but echo
Amen.