Circular Paths
My life lifts me from my darkest incubi
for God gives new birth each day
to my waking soul
I am never broken by minor hardships,
or defeated by others who take by the oneness
and inward-turned desires
for greatness and possessions
of those seeking the falseness of great material wealth.
As I walk through the forests of God’s creation
I am surrounded by treasures more valuable
and filled with such unimaginable glory that
neither age nor wisdom can accept as
a reward for such glory and reward, for reward it is not.
I am born in a state of purity, love, wisdom and glory.
It has taken me a lifetime of hardships
to find my way through God’s glorious forests
and fields of beauty and to the state of purity
in which I was born.
©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.
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