I
was at the Mississippi River yesterday, sitting with my lover. The sun was sparkling off the river as it
literally ran to the sea. It was gorged
ripe with silt like the swollen breasts of a new mother. I was taken by the hope of it all, that this body
of water had been flowing since God uttered, “Let there be water” and had
carried enough of the planet to nurse a new earth. This breast of earth was nourishing me more
than most services and filling me with loving hope for God.
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