Finding my Meaning

I went to the Mississippi River Friday.  It is mightily swollen from rain and filled with the earth from half of our country.  Her coldness chilled all the air and her surface was pocked with debris.  I find meaning of "me" standing beside this great thing, this noble body of water, one of the supreme features of our planet.  A barge burdened with stones swept by caught up in the force massing toward the ocean.  I stood in worship!  I will never stand atop Everest Mountain but I have often stoop beside her equal and once again I did this day and all of me found great pleasure in both their maker—my God. 

If you look closely you can see the barge in the middle.