Wild woods call the spirit, revive the mind, bless the soul; we are drenched in our embrace of the wild.

God of Abraham speaks in the wildness through the wind and the rain and we are drenched in beauty.

Wake the spirit in the wildness within the mountain, surrounded by the hues of eternity.

Rest in the wilderness, in the wildness, where the sun meets the rock, beauty begins with a passion.

A riptide in the howling rain ceases its fury when the sea grows calm again; return to the calm in your soul.

Wildness blesses the soul with blasts and intensities that melt even the frozen heart and let flow again the waters of the soul.

Rest in the wild places where the wilderness beckons; listen to your heart there and to the wind blowing within your soul.