They are Monuments

By Andrew R. Duckworth

They are monuments
Even if not the largest-
The mountains and plateaus.
This land of many peoples
Holds glory beyond measure-
The cathedrals of nature,
The dome above of blue and white,
God’s hand willing
To reach down
And touch creation.
The view reminds me
Of the dawn of an adventure,
One that transforms a man
From an awe-struck child
To a fearless explorer.
Yet, I would rather see
Their majesty
From the valley,
Not the tops.