Years ago I had the privilege
of laughing through my tears
at the wild intensity
of water leaping
where I had felt only barren.
The laughter was for
that deepest comedienne,
the God who answered
so lavishly,
highlighting the smallness of my plea.
And this recent journey
has fewer tears
but the same amazement
at the wild torrent,
the same plethora of rainbows;
not ready to throw myself in,
but drenched and laughing,
knowing my own abundance
is so small in the face of it.