The Son Had Come

Jesus came for a visit
in the silent peace
of the morning
fog defining the distant
ridges rising above
the surrounding hills
wet rays of the morning sunrise
forming a fan in front
of a cross made by
two trees in the woods
sparkling wet kissed
leaves and branches
as clouds of fog
drifted through the rays
a shadow passed over us
the Son had come
to the peaceful quiet
place we made for Him