Sweet river roll over me.
I am standing on the bank of the Mississippi River, my feet just inches from the water. They had been throbbing still from an eight hour shift at work in the morning, but just now with the sensation of the broken concrete slabs and rocks mixed with weeds which made up this section of the river bank feeding them new information and the excitement of the moment somehow that was no longer on my mind.
We had been told to go do this for years, but I always thought that you don't just do things because someone tells you to. But sometimes the someone is wiser than you and knows what they are talking about. This I am finally learning. This is why the effort of the drive after eight hours behind the coffee bar making drinks was worth it. This is why, in the blaze of the setting sun, we searched the river area for a place to throw ourselves in. I want to say that I am finally listening.
Sweet river roll over me.
My feet feel the sandy river bottom now. It is full dusk and the last light is leaving so that I am only just able to make out the other side of the river. I want to do this while it is still today so I take the plunge, immersing myself fully in the water, baptizing myself in the quiet,and wideness and history of the great river, to come up better, I hope, for adding this experience to my life.
Sweet river roll over me. Sweet water fill me to overflowing. Restore to me the joy of my salvation. I want to be able to say, "my cup runneth over."
