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