In a beautiful,
Devinely desolate,
Limpidly lonely,
Canyon – where the Spirit meets the man –
The wind mournfully blows
As it plays with the rocks and trees
It alone so intimately knows.
Utah uniqueness,
Hypaethral happiness…
A place far different from all the rest,
A place filled with the ardor
Of a deeply spiritual quest.
Sun by day,
Moon by night
In here reflect
Beauty so bright;
From beyond the ledge on high
A hawk soars down – lucent epiphany –
God stands here…
For this is holy ground.
-Only a few,
This wilderness wonder,
Are allowed to see;
Thank God
One of them
Has been me, standing here at
Heaven’s door,
In Utah, aught-four.
‘ Always I shall be one who loves the wilderness:
Swaggers and softly creeps between the mountain peaks;
… I shall sing my song above the shriek of desert winds. ‘ – Everett Ruess.
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