Thursday Poem - Epiphany

Lynn Schmidt says
she saw You once as prairie grass,
Nebraska prairie grass;

she climbed out of her car on a hot highway,
leaned her butt on the nose of her car,
looked out over one great flowing field,
stretching beyond her sight until the horizon came:
vastness, she says,
responsive to the slightest shift of wind,
full of infinite change,
all One.

She says when she can't pray
She calls up Prairie Grass.

Pem Kremer

In life, Pem Kremer was a fine poet and a professor at the University of Kentucky.  I know the kind of boundless prairie fields she is writing about in this poem, and she captures the grandeur, spirit and vastness of such places wonderfully.  Her words remain in memory long after reading.