September
2006
God’s Vast Prairie
God’s Vast Prairie
by Kathleen Marie
Resting on the pebbly sand watching God
comb his fingers through the ocean…
I pondered upon the artless plains
in remembrance.
The vast prairie: God’s hands raking
Through the loam of the land
With each stroke my essence becomes freer,
with each swell, each sigh, I am delivered.
Seeds planted with grace,
fertilized by His breathe
Prairies blush into greenness-
My soul grows into Who created me.
The Land is emblazoned with fruit
My heart aches to put forth
The sunrise smiles upon the freshness
Of His land.

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