Pause.

I don’t know who God is exactly.

But I’ll tell you this.

I was sitting in the river named Clarion, on a water splashed stone

and all afternoon I listened to the voices of the river talking.

Whenever the water struck a stone it had something to say,

and the water itself, and even the mosses trailing under the water.

And slowly, very slowly, it became clear to me what they were saying.

Said the river I am part of holiness.

And I too, said the stone. And I too, whispered the moss beneath the water.

Mary Oliver. From “At the River Clarion.”

 

“Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.  By the day the Lord directs his love, at night his song is with me.”

Psalm 42:7-8.