filling my cup under a waterfall

    A patch of meadow upland
    Reached by a mile of road,
    Soothed by the voice of waters,
    With birds and flowers bestowed.

    Hither I come for strength
    Which well it can supply,
    For Love draws might from terrene force
    And potencies of sky.
~Ralph W. Emerson

The rain has filled the creek and although the creek is not wide or large … just a creek … the sound of the water coursing over rock is mighty.  The sound of the mighty rushing water reminds me to praise the Lord!

Ascribe to the LORD the glory due his name; worship the LORD in the splendor of his holiness.  The voice of the LORD is over the waters; the God of glory thunders, the LORD thunders over the mighty waters.  The voice of the LORD is powerful; the voice of the LORD is majestic. ~Ps. 29:2-4

Taking time to listen to the rushing water is restful, calming, a bit of leisure that reminds my soul to be still.

“Leisure is a form of silence, not noiselessness. It is the silence of contemplation such as occurs when we let our minds rest on a rosebud, a child at play, a Divine mystery, or a waterfall.”  ~ F. J. Sheen

Listening to the water fall, my soul quietens, and I connect with the divine.  His grace overwhelms me once again!

Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall. … So many things have been shown me on these banks, so much light has illumined me by reflection here where the water comes down, that I can hardly believe that this grace never flags, that the pouring from ever-renewable sources is endless, impartial, and free. -Annie Dillard

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