The Grand Dance Poem by Smoky Hoss

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.