For our guides
Long lines of limestone lie on schist and granite
like mute cathedrals looming from on high
This river opened up once Powell ran it;
wise rafting guides now bring us safely by.
We admire the rocks that were uplifted
and through the ages not quite worn away;
grateful for the beauty being gifted,
briefly, to us on this sunny day.
A sacred turquoise river joins the flow
as sworn to silence we step in the stream.
Small wrens sing us a sweet hymn while we go
serenely floating as if in a dream.
Spiritual moments cloaked in splendor
are moments that we always will remember.
