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