Saturday, February 16, 2019

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Before the high plains caress the mountains
  a liminal space of short prairie grass beckons
As brown grass brushes above the knee
  feeling begins to stir once again
Like fine sandpaper
  polishing away roughness of journey
Where solitude cleanses life's pain
  a balm of God's grace washes away shame
Wind rustles dry grass after frost melts away
  reminds that Spring follows Winter
Silenced places begin to waken
  Meadowlarks of soul return singing
Tangerine sunrises and peach sunsets
  draws beauty out from deep within
Drawing out who I am
  recovering innocence
What was lost is found
  as soak in painted prairie sky


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