Kolob

HERE

Here is beautiful.

The red mountains,

Nothing could grow on their face.

Why, then, is there beauty here?

Here is extreme.

The sun is brighter,

And the sky,

The bluest I’ve ever seen.

Here is unchanged.

Man has been here,

And those before him,

They have been here too,

And will be here after.

Here is blurry.

The line between what is natural

And what is supernatural,

It doesn’t exist here.

Kolob means “close to God,”

And nowhere do I feel closer to Him

Than here.