Prairie Spirit Poem by Mark Bratlie

I gaze on vast spaces
not empty
not disturbing
but settled and inviting

I gaze on vistas of stillness
not rushing
not anxious
but calm softness

I gaze on distant treelines
not unruly
not intrusive
but green contentment

I gaze on endless sky
not threatening
not overwhelming
but bluer than blue

I gaze with awe and wonder
as my inner spirit expands
not to compete
not to fill
but to be with

with vastness
with stillness
with Prairie Spirit