This is so good. There couldn’t be anything better.

He has shown me such beauty as we glide through our journey together.

Some fast flow and occasional sets of rapids have never deterred me.

He’s told me for a while to get ready. It’s coming. Lover’s Leap.

I float in bliss and ignore the inevitable.

But as others before me, I begin to hear the sound singing over me.

A whisper at first, but then louder and louder until I can’t deny that the time has come.

The current begins to move faster and is more alive than any time I can remember.

He tells me we are close and I peel off at the edge to stop and get my bearings.

I glance over. I can’t see the bottom. I’m afraid.

The path has been carved with great precision. The slope of the decline is sheer perfection. The obstacles lovingly placed to allow us to make the most joyous sound.

Beautiful. Dazzling. Terrifying.

He tells me that all must pass by here but most go no further.

“Do I have to go?” “Of course not”, He says.

“What’s down there?” “Freedom”, He says.

“What do I have to do?” “Why, throw yourself over the edge in reckless abandon, of course. Do you want to pour yourself out for others and for Me?”, He says.

The juxtaposition of fear and freedom is too much for me. I leap.

I join immediately into the flow of Him and there is only joy as we pour out.

We reach the bottom and the sound of freedom is glorious.

Freedom. “Am I done?”

I look into His loving gaze, and with just a hint of mischief, He says, “Oh no, my child. Freedom is big and we are just getting started.”