The World of the Prairies

Give me a church made entirely of prairie grasses with 

wheat fields of green, 

flax fields of purple blue,

mustard fields of yellow. 

In that church under 

the broad blue sky 

I can see forever. 

Should a storm come upon me, I can see billowing, bubbling thunder clouds rise up over the horizon. 

Should lightening fork 

to the ground or 

spread a sheet over 

slate grey clouds 

I can run in to the shelter of 

my childhood verandah. 

Then I can still be part of that 

church that is the world of the prairies.

“She liked the enormous sky and the winds, and the land that you 

couldn’t see to the end of. Everything was so free and big and splendid.”

~ Laura Ingalls Wilder,

From Little House on the Prairie

“Give me a church made entirely of ….." 

~ from the poem Sea Church by Aimee Nezhukumatathil