Or, a creek, more like.
Soon we’ll reach the shining river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease,
Soon our happy hearts will quiver,
With the melody of peace.
I’m reminded of that lovely passage in Isaiah 60:
Then you shall see and be radiant, your heart shall throb and overflow. (v. 5a)
In this mortal realm, everything seems quite a bit less than ideal. No silver spray here, but just hints of beauty that lies at the end of this life’s pilgrimage. What is today a small movement will one day be a heart beating full with joy.