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he magnificently radiant sunYour hills, what enviable fall hues — they give me a moment of pause until I catch my breathYour rolling ridges that seems to go on and on forever as far as the eyes of man can seeYour undulating terrain said to have been formed during the ice age — what have we here?Oh, fertile earth nurtured under the yon glaring, illimitably distant sunThe rich blessings of your land the livelihoods of your farmers who work the land in the grain-growing regionDo your politicians remember how phenomenally blessed their talismanic land is? Please bring them to their knees. Gaia, could you give them a reason to rememb

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er?Awe AmenA whole week into the new month, and not until today did I flip the page of the gorgeous scenic calendar in the bathroom.To my enjoyment, another beautiful landscape I saw. The rolling terrain, the Palouse hills in the grain-growing region of The Washington State. I’d never seen that scene before. It moved me to the point where I had to pen the words and bring my enthusiasm to you.What an achingly beautiful world we share. I might never visit that region but just knowing it exists excites my soul. Thank you, Gaia.What about you? Have you visited?THANK YOU FOR READING I Wish You Miracles.</article></body>

POETRY|PRAYER

What Have We Here?

A prayer that arose from a beautiful landscape that took my breath away.

Field Fallow Idaho — Palouse — Image by Don Taylor from Pixabay

Oh, fertile earth gleaming ever so lovely under the magnificently radiant sun

Your hills, what enviable fall hues — they give me a moment of pause until I catch my breath

Your rolling ridges that seems to go on and on forever as far as the eyes of man can see

Your undulating terrain said to have been formed during the ice age — what have we here?

Oh, fertile earth nurtured under the yon glaring, illimitably distant sun

The rich blessings of your land the livelihoods of your farmers who work the land in the grain-growing region

Do your politicians remember how phenomenally blessed their talismanic land is? Please bring them to their knees. Gaia, could you give them a reason to remember?

Awe Amen

A whole week into the new month, and not until today did I flip the page of the gorgeous scenic calendar in the bathroom.

To my enjoyment, another beautiful landscape I saw. The rolling terrain, the Palouse hills in the grain-growing region of The Washington State. I’d never seen that scene before. It moved me to the point where I had to pen the words and bring my enthusiasm to you.

What an achingly beautiful world we share. I might never visit that region but just knowing it exists excites my soul. Thank you, Gaia.

What about you? Have you visited?

THANK YOU FOR READING I Wish You Miracles.