Canyon Spirit
By: Nancy G. Brundrett
The gentle evening breeze on my face
Takes over my senses
as I rest from the desert like heat
The Indian sunset swirls with warm dusty colors
With the majestic celebration of a new day to come
And now washes away yesterday in the sky
Leaving only thoughts and memories etched in my mind
The smell of this ancient canyon is a familiar scent
it cools the crisp, dry arid winds
The lonesome trees that stand near the rivers
Are splashed with rustic hues
bending their limbs from the heat of thousands of days
Rooted deeply because of the fear of no water
Reflections of this beautiful sunset are painted on the canyon river waters
as they slowly meander south
The ocean waves of old formed these rocky caverned terraces
They crashed through and craved this canyon land
The cool canyon breeze on my face
Relieves the weariness deep inside my bones
from the sizzling heat and arid climate
How many souls have sat at the bottom
Of this canyon land and thought
of the powerful hand of God
That formed this special place
If I listen hard enough, I can hear the past voices of Indians
and travelers that walked these paths
A past and a future we all possess
That sojourns this magical haven
but the canyon has no past or future
It just stands strong forever never changing
Breathing in all the spirits breathe
exhaling all fear and worries
Night is upon me now with the moon and the stars
Shining in the dark veiled sky
it is time to slow down, be still and listen
And let the Spirit catch up to my heartbeat and desires
Life is good today as I rest in the everlasting arms
Of my creator and lover of my soul
