By Andrew R. Duckworth
Carved through like a pathway
Between red walls and pillars.
I hesitate to plant my feet
On the soft red crumbs.
This place is a sanctuary
Not built by man,
One that man finds
And sees the scattered signs
Of One divine.
The builder may
Be hard to find,
But the desert formations
Make the search
A bit easier.
Wow that is truly beautiful, including the poem!
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Thanks! That’s Utah. I travel there every chance I get.
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