This reflective spiritual poem, written in classical ABAB rhyme, meditates on the fragility of human life likened to a vanishing vapor (James 4:14). It portrays God’s persistent, gentle call—often a still small voice—that summons every heart to salvation, yet warns how easily that call is ignored through procrastination, distraction, or love of worldly comfort. Drawing from the rich young ruler’s sorrowful departure, the peril of gaining the world while losing one’s soul, and the biblical urgency of “now is the day of salvation” (2 Corinthians 6:2), the poem pleads against the quiet tragedy of neglect. It contrasts temporary earthly pleasures with the unshakable abundance of eternal life, emphasizing that mercy stands open today, but the door of opportunity will one day close—not from lack of God’s love, but from the end of time itself. The tone is both sobering and hopeful, urging immediate surrender to the Savior’s rescue before the fleeting breath expires and eternity’s irreversible reality begins.

Life is a mist that rises at the dawn,
A breath, a gleam, then vanishes from sight;
Yet in its fleeting span the heart is drawn
By still small voice that pierces through the night.

The call comes soft, not thunder, not with flame,
But mercy’s tug when silence wraps the soul;
Many are summoned, yet so few the same
Will yield and let the Savior make them whole.

The rich one stood before the Lord of grace,
His treasures gleaming brighter than the call;
He turned away, sorrow upon his face,
Chose fleeting gold and let redemption fall.

What profit lies in worlds of wealth and fame
If, gaining all, the soul itself is lost?
The heart grows dull, ignores the sacred name,
And silence settles where conviction crossed.

Behold, now is the day, the hour is here—
Not tomorrow’s promise, vague and far away;
Neglect is not rebellion, yet the fear
Is this: the door may close while we delay.

He knocks to rescue, not to bind or chain,
To give abundant life beyond the grave;
Eternity awaits—no end, no pain—
For those who answer, those He died to save.

O traveler, heed the whisper while you may,
Before the vapor fades into the night;
Choose heaven’s call above the world’s display—
Surrender now, and step into the light.