Reflections at a Waterfall

I walk up to a waterfall near my home and there I sit, watching and listening as the waters cascade down over the rocks, splashing into a little stream. Sitting there I begin to pray, I’m standing on holy ground, in a place created by God, a small, yet serene cathedral. Invited to reflect on all that has passed in my life, the people and places that have shaped and molded my life much as these waters shape and mold the earth. I think of my dad, regrets of missed talks, of times when I just wanted to know more about him, having one more time to tell him how much I love him

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