I’ve traveled across Scotland several times, and there is no place like it if you are an artist or poet or writer! It awakens ethereal wonder, worship, and rivers of joy. It is filled with mystery and meaning, and the veil between heaven and earth hangs gossamer and fragrant of Christ. This is one of the poems, written in the Scottish highlands, from my book. “A Roadmap to Joy.” Available on Amazon and wherever books are sold.

For Freedom

As sure as first light, the silvery mist rises from Scotland’s moors and 

mountains and lingers 

all the day, past midnight blue. It is a perfumed 

haze, a glimpse of the Son of Man himself, Jesus, Warrior and King—who 

walks in thin air across the land. His footprints drip in the mist with fragrance as 

He lovingly lingers to awaken the seed of the Scottish righteous, poets 

and soldiers, lovers and brothers—brutally blood-bought with torn flesh. Arise, 

arise, oh, Scotland to sing the ancient song of salvation, carved in beauty 

upon your meadows and shores. The redemptive anecdote is whispered in the 

melody of the wind and gales upon the salty sea. His holy presence sheds grace 

up-and-over heathered highlands, bogs, and green, rolling knolls patterned with 

clear streams that race to the coast. This glorious show is but an inky shadow and a 

chip of gold that gleams from a bloody wooden cross. Christ bled for freedom to set 

the wild Scottish heart free. 

It was for freedom that He etched His beloved sacrifice 

upon the misty, mossy moors and thundering mountains of beloved Scotland.

Bonnie Saul Wilks

Artwork credit: Zara Knowlton @zara.adeil