as the late evening fogs

as the late evening fog sweeps in over the hills and the cold air creeps to all the doors and windows, as the blankets cover and wrap the restful

as the late evening fog sweeps in over the hills
and the cold air creeps
to all the doors and windows,
as the blankets cover and wrap the restful
and the air settles softly among the bedfolds,
as the souls breathe, 
and the nostrils rhythm beats 
and the warmth of the lungs fills the ventricles—
may the very air sing and pulse and speak
of our Savior who aches to be known.