The Lord’s vóice resóunding on the wáters

 

Tá glór an Tiarna ar an uisce, tá Dia na glóire ag toirneach:tá an Tiarna os cionn na n-uiscí móra. Tá glór an Tiarna go cumasach: tá glór an Tiarna go maorga.

The Lord’s vóice resóunding on the wáters, the Lórd on the imménsity of wáters;

the vóice of the Lórd, full of pówer, the vóice of the Lórd, full of spléndour.

If you have known me more than a minute you know I have always been drawn to rivers. I have come to believe and accept my love of fishing is centered in my need, desire and drive to be on, near or in moving water. What I have also come to embrace is that in my deepest of deeps, all rivers lead to the sea, the alpha and omega of earth. To be here were the waters, the lands, and the air all meet is to find a place of infinity reflective of the infiniteness of the creator.

This place of meeting is not where I live but it is, in a sense, where I am always headed when I step into the currents of a place far upstream from here. I am not home here even though it is home. Where waves hit rocks and spray flies into the air is where I see eternity at work in a way I recognize even if I don’t yet understand.

The rocks define where the waters end yet the water defeats the rock over time. Water drops fly into the air and merge into the air as vapor only to inevitably fall back to earth, here or somewhere further east carried by the wind. To be where time immemorial meets time eternal is to enter into mystery. The meeting of water, land and air is always the same but is never the same but there is deep comfort in the unknowing.

How can there not be a God who creates, sustains, and loves us enough to gift with a sense of imagination and wonder? Even if you do not believe, just allow yourself to be open to the beauty of creation and just enter into wonder about the wonder.