Wisdom Cries Out

I find spaciousness, for

open space unclothes me.

I welcome reality of God,

feeling the freshness

of the breeze within.

 

I listen in prayer,

float on the waves

of thanksgiving,

letting thoughts flow

and curbing my voice.

 

I do not seek perfection,

but open myself to discovery,

accepting truth and mercy. . .

God heals all.

 

 

© Russell Kendall Carter

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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