I stood on a slight rise, camera in hand, as the sun dipped below the horizon in Southwest Oklahoma. The fading light cast long shadows across the winter wheat field, painting the landscape in hues of orange, purple, and gray. A cool breeze stirred the wheat, creating a gentle ripple across the expanse. The scene felt vast, silent, and deeply peaceful—a moment suspended in time.
This view, so characteristic of our Oklahoma prairie, sparks a deep connection to my heritage. The immense sky, the unwavering horizon, and the resilience of the land all speak of a profound spirit. I am reminded of Joy Harjo’s exploration of interconnectedness, and the silent conversation between people and the earth that flows through her poetry. It’s a testament to God’s creation, a quiet invitation to pause, to reflect, and to recognize the sacredness of the land beneath our feet.
Carl Ray