T H E Y
s a y
The End of One Adventure
is really just the beginning of quite another one
I recently read an essay from Eric Alan entitled, FALLING TOWARDS HOME and this little excerpt towards the end of the essay made me look at waterfalls a little
D i F fE n T L y
made me experience one
in another watery way:
I’m only a droplet within the falls of greater life, not the falls themselves. Beside me, so are you, and you and you and you: all of us tumbling, falling, merging, jostling against each other as gravity makes its incessant demands. No droplet, no human, can see where our fall will lead us. It’s easy to fear the rocks, the uncertainty.
From the river shore, however, perspective emerges in the shape of the longer flow. The falls have been going over the same cliff for eons, only slowly wearing the rock slightly smooth. The river’s course only subtly shifts, over periods of time that make each droplet’s living passage an infinitesimal moment. Gravity does its tireless work, taking each droplet inevitably downstream, to where all droplets will merge in the greater sea.
That is you, me, all of us. The spirit sea will cradle us and allow us rest, in time. There is no uncertainty about that. Every life stream’s course always reaches its destination, however tumultuous its path along the way. The waterfalls sing to me of this, every time I need their reminder. Far away downstream, the ocean sings of this too. Water sings the ageless song of how all of us are always falling towards home.
The first time I visited Niagara Falls
I wasn’t so much in awe of the beauty
or the magnitude of that splendor
as the nagging question of
a little boy who wonders Falls BIG
and Grand Canyon LARGE
WHERE DOES ALL THE WATER GO
WHERE DOES ALL THE WATER COME FROM THAT NEVER RUNS DRY
The little boy
with the endless Falls Wonder
and Grand Canyon Imagination
and needs to know
Whatever is past
I really believe the answers to such wonderings are what makes us all more than droplets a part of something bigger than all of us as we are splashingly falling towards home. . .