Southern Utah Journal

This is my cathedral

Wide

Beautiful

Wild

This is my dream land

visited by spirit gods long gone

and yet to be

There is no time

No passing of time

There is only a sound

and no sound

in this land, silence is a sound

in this land there is stillness and power

in this land the patterns of sky and rock are joined

forever

My eyes walk high ridges

cutting through ageless stone

my eyes walk with the older spirits

and we follow the same patterns

of rising stars

of rock edges against sky

My cathedral

god mountains rising

saints and angles towering

watching

My cathedral

beyond dreams

only in dreams

There is no time

time has been laid aside

forgotten by these solid living gods

who spread dreams across the ages

one slow life dream

one slow word spoken

forever

-Kevin Slick