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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