Encampment at the base of a waterfall.
The falling water, does it have a start? Is there a story to river current?
No beginning, middle, end.
You are the hidden goal of all my searching, Lord. I go upstream in pursuit of headwaters, never to be reached.
At the waterfall, drop after drop falls like a shower of gifts.
Let me enjoy the current.
(Letter #3402)
Daily Letters to God 