What a simple idea, your thoughts like pebbles being washed by a brook. As an inveterate pebble pusher, this humble notion attached to something as grand as the thought of God, is heartening.
‘It seems as if I could sit silent all day long with the thought of God overflowing my soul – as the pebbles lie bathed in the Willow Brook.’
Source: George Eliot, Adam Bede (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1985 (1859)), p. 135
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