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

5 comments:

Guy said...

Hi Cate

A really interesting poem, lots to think about.

Thanks
Guy

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.