I love the sound of waterfalls.
When I listen this poetry is in my heart.
Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept over me. – Psalm 42:7 (NIV)
Deep calling to Deep has long resounded as charism or touchstone for me
calling me
to offer the depths of myself
to the deep spirit in all.
Really, though, it is a verse about water.
It is about waves in the sea
rolling in, rolling out.
It is about the sound of the waterfall,
water crashing upon water.
“Your torrents rage and break over me,
overwhelming me.” – Psalm 42:7b (Inclusive Bible)
These are the waters of our lives,
the flooding of responsibility, the clashing of conflict,
the roar of worry, and the pounding of uncertainty.
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Still, I stand before a waterfall and feel comfort.
Why?
“The primeval Deep is echoing
in the sound of your waterfalls.” – Psalm 42:7a (Inclusive Bible)
The sound of the waterfall
calls me to the present moment
and this moment, this moment,
is only only moment I need to be in.
