We all yearn for the wilderness that place in our soul
where we are truly free.
That inner space often found only in the way out wild places is where I wish to
be.
That place of solitude where the rushing waters takes my cares to quietude.
A place where "I Am" is, a place where I dwell and swim in his grace.
A place where solitude mystically allows me to enter in the
Divine and peace abounds.
It's not a place I can own, there is no price tag, and it is every-man's place
to seek.
Rocks and trees air and water some as old as time itself brings that place to
me.
God's Spirit eternally imbued in creation free for me to discover in all of
nature.
I need only be open to be in the wilderness, open to the
breath that forever breathes.
In that blade of grass, that grain of sand, that tiny twig is the Spirits
presence.
Oh Divine Creator and Spirit of life grant that I may be of open eye and open
heart.
That I might be absorbed in you, that I might let go, let God and just be.
MROP
experiences can be submitted to menswork@cacradicalgrace.org.
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