like water falling down onto a rock
not a strong, surging stream
but something more like a quiet, trickling flow
drawing no attention to itself
making hardly a sound
seeming to have little effect
but over time
as this incessant little rivulet washes down onto the hard surface
even though it slows sometimes to only a slight drip
it continues to have its effect
in time changing the surface of the rock
carving a small channel into its seemingly unyielding face
so it is with the love of God
though it may seem that all efforts to bring it to pass are so meek as to be ineffective
over time the hard surface wears away...
and a way is made for the stream of love to flow
let your love flow down on me
O God
wearing away all that is rough
and all that obstructs your flow
let everything about me be formed by the stream of your love
amen
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