A healer
Prays peace across my fields,
Waking sleeping earth
Inviting tired ground to rest.

She travels to rocky crests
Laying hands on stones,
Dissolving them
Until fertile soil
Breathes and sighs in gratitude.

Meditating by a forgotten well
She traces river;
finger streams
Melting them into space

She removes fences
Touching wounded prairie
Healing its scars
She opens gates
revealing pathways
To inner vistas.

As she reaches
The summit of my country
Pastures sing
Valleys echo Hallelujah!

Copyright 2000 Kimberly Satterfield