Evening at Southern Rim

Las Vegas-1

T’was a chilling eve

On Grand Canyon rim;

Ages old rocks juxtaposed

The young mother and babe in pram.

The setting sun turned the sky pearlescent

And celestial light shone through

Gilding life and crumbling rock

Equally lovingly.

God’s hand crafting

The living and non-living

Remarkably clear.

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