Truth: Sensing

Here on the prairie everything is true
And in your face: the sun, the wind, the rain
And all of God’s creation touches you

And you can feel the weight of it and you
Can sweat the sweet of it and know the pain
   of where you’ve been.
Here on the prairie everything is true

As sure as it is real, as good as new
And you know what will be has always been,
   will be again,
And all of God’s creation touches you

With earthy tones of yellow, brown and blue
And every range of color in between,
   each shade and stain.
Here on the prairie everything is true
But should the color of your point of view
Turn you around, just turn around again
   to where you’ve been
And all of God’s creation touches you:

The wilderness, the world that spins with you,
The marshes and the waves of wild grain.
Here on the prairie everything is true
And all of God’s creation touches you.