Three Lives Converged   (At the Grand Canyon with Scooter and Liz)       We walked to the altar of the cathedral of stone, as through its halls the wolves’ song rang. Like an angel an eagle soared high above Wotan’s Throne.   Below us the river like foaming fountains christened the Earth and its mystical mountains- man and woman and man’s best friend, alone with God and His granite garden.   Shadows of clouds in slow motion moved across the face of the sculptured rock. Time disappeared in the silent fusion of Heaven’s cape with the canyon’s cloak.   Hand in hand of love we spoke, of loyalty, faith and enduring trust. Prayers we offered to the world as gifts returned as snow in the evening mist.   Beyond the peaks the setting sun streaked the sky with its scarlet rays. We called from the cliffs the sacred names of the mother of nights and the father of days.   Upon the frame of the cosmic loom three souls among the stars were spun. Upon the banks of the rainbow’s flume three lives converged and became as one.     © 1994 John M. Marshall