The Grand Dance

It was the summer of ought-four that warm summer night we sat on the north rim's edge watching God dance along the other side. From across the dark chasm of stillness that ran between us we saw lightning play and heard thunder roll, setting the pace in majestic tones of tremolo and bass. So closely we sat, father and daughter, mesmerized and held by an ineffable beauty and an immeasurable bond of eternal love between family, nature and divinity. It was as if we were bearing witness to the creation of life itself. We could do no other than watch and listen. The thunder like the sky's original heartbeat. The lightning like the world's first steps. Together taking us into this blessing. It was hallowed ground which we were upon, daughter and father girl and man, mortals mixing with the Immortal. There was no time then and there, only a moment, a glimpse, into the eternal. So many years ago now; but I will never forget that incredible beautiful night at the edge of the Grand Canyon, the two of us peering breathlessly into the Grandeur of life, dancing divinely amongst us.