Red rocks ringed
with ridges
of white
bright spots
in the dull grey of
desert
layers
levels
long for the horizon
reaching for that
last lost expanse
of uninterrupted
sky.
See the colorado bend
twist and turn
as it yearns for
its everlasting home
in the gulf
the canyon it has
created
like a symphony
individual notes
together
a melody
the years of effort
of a small river
to create something
ineffable.
They told me once
as they were remodeling
the church sanctuary
that places of worship
contained vertical
lines and patterns
arrows pointing to God
yet as I look out on
the
Grand Canyon
with its strata and
layers
as horizontal as can be
I feel more grounded
and connected to the
earth itself
Like God sent me a
message to
be still
here
And I hear Rumi in my
head
almost mocking me
“Lo, I am with you
always
means when you look for
God,
God is in the look of
your eyes
in the thought of
looking
nearer to you than your
self
or things that have
happened to you.
There's no need to go
outside.”
