"It’s only a prairie!" they snicker, shaking their heads as they pass us by.
They mock us with ugly words and gestures ,.....they say we're strange.....they judge....
We're not offended, though... We understand....we're sad.
Sad they can't “see” what we see, or "feel" what we feel. (Sad they can no longer remember the beauty....)
Perhaps, we think,that will happen to us one day...
but,quickly we perish the thought
We must always remember....
The rich, sumptuous palette of green
shimmers brilliantly in the early morning light.
Mesmerized, we stop, we stare....
Sprinkled with colors of unparalleled splendor,
We think these must be the brush-strokes of God...
Sparkle with a renewed sense of innocence
and wide-eyed wonder
Eagerly they drink in the pristine beauty surrounding us.
With tears they express their gratitude
wriggle in blissful anticipation
wanting to be soothed by the cool dewy blades of grass
we take off our shoes
we indulge them
with a dance they express their gratitude
intertwined and fingers clasped
We quietly stroll,two hearts beating as one
absorbed in the majesty, the serenity of the moment
Our Spirits soaring toward the heavens
With an embrace they express our gratitude
Like a fragrant breeze, it lightly caresses our cheeks
but we know it's something more. but what? We wonder
The presence of an angel?... The presence of God?
We do not know
We only know it's real
A journey of two souls
Connected for eternity
In that moment
We truly understandGod is everywhere
With love we express our gratitude.