Chi S. Chan
August 15, 2013
There is a place,
By the river of Escalante, where clear creek flows
Hide a breathtaking grotto,
Once housed an ancient God
Through narrow passages and water caves,
Up on the red cliff walls and over the sandstone face,
An oasis of the desert comes to light,
Ponds with aquatic plants,
Hanging garden with silky seep springs
Maidenhair ferns dot with yellow flowers of columbine,
What name is this heavenly place, I ask?
Beyond the colorful sandstone walls,
Towering cliffs arch
Forming a huge amphitheater
Like spires reaching into heaven
A delicate 60 foot water angel
Descent softly through a narrow groove
into a reflective pool
Its hypnotic tinkling sound
Punctuated the silence and stillness of the vast chamber
Drip, drip, drip, drip to end of time
Rock walls soaring 200 feet overhead
Through a slander opening,
A slit of sunlight infiltrates its way
Warms the eerie chamber in a soft glow,
The place becomes more holy with the golden lights
What name is this place, I ask?
One of the most beautiful places on earth, the angel whispers, it is
The Cathedral in the Desert
But, a paradise invaded by mortals, destroyed by evil earthly creatures
A paradise forever lost beneath a sewage lagoon – Lake Powell
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