Thursday, June 06, 2013

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


Guy said...

Hi Cate

A really interesting poem, lots to think about.


Mystic Meandering said...

Yes... Delightful... I *love* your photo and the twinkly lights dancing on the wind...

the wild magnolia said...

i can believe this poem.

i have seen the Nebraska prairie grass.

Kiki said...

poetry in a picture - wonderful pairing - thank you

Kameshwari said...

Yes. This makes perfect sense.