Peaceful Wildness


I wrestle with myself in the wilds of my mind,

struggling with mundane matters;

but God lifts me from these depths

of my depression and my worries.

I soon become calm and peaceful,

even when surrounded by the wild.

I think of God who then thinks of me.

I live in the reality of His Sabbath,

God’s day of rest in the grace of our world.

I adopt the manly virtues of Jesus . . .



Purpose, and

I return to the peace of this wildness.


© Russell Kendall Carter


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