5
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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