In the night, a hurricane collides with the earth’s protruding spine. Its burgeoned bowels burst upon the mountainside, and the floods from the firmament flow down into the valley below. There a river strikes like lightning through the length of the world, an ever flowing artery bleeding life into an eternal sea. The water swells through the night amid the screaming gale. Peaceful currents wax into a tumultuous tide.
There a river strikes like lightning through the length of the world, an ever flowing artery bleeding life into an eternal sea.
The flood streams steep into the valley with every windswept wash against the weathered cliffs. Flank after flank flings hard upon the wet-worn walls, and the river bed rises inch-by-inch into a mad immeasurable mass.
I am called into the current of the everlasting way. I am summoned by the soul-piercing sound of many waters. My heart is hooked by the song of a celestial siren. Like water from a living well, I am drawn.
I walk into the raging river. I immerse myself in the baptismal flood. I let go of all my inclinations. I release myself to ride the raucous course.
I am called into the current of the everlasting way.
I knew this river once, with all its wild white-washed froth upon the rocks. This is a different river now. The deeper waters darken my course. The frantic flow lunges like a liquid stampede.
I cannot foresee what underwater obstacles may mar my way, and the secrets that sleep beneath the surface threaten my descent. The eddies pull like gravity, and “traversable” becomes “impossible to pass.” The ferocious call of falling water pulls me on toward the precipice of death.
I bank upon the rocks and walk out upon the brink. I close my eyes and listen to the never-ending crash. I climb down to the base of the falls, safe in a cleft, face-to-face with the endless out pour.
The sound of many waters break upon eternal shores.
Listen! Listen to the everlasting roar! The sound of many waters break upon eternal shores. Fierce, fast, immeasurable life drowns out the discord of death. All creation trembles beneath the weight of the glorious crash.
Here I witness the eye of the storm. I touch the beautiful face of fury amid the peace of perfect calm. I stare into the eyes of the torrent, sound and unsoaked beside its awesome power. This is what it’s like to be in the arms of the LORD. Even faced with death, our heart-rates stroll to the legato love-song of God. Even “when sorrows like sea billows roll,” we are able to say, “It is well, it is well with my soul.