the heart of worship...

Swishing and swaying, occasionally bumping, bursting, bouncing past each other, and sometimes when you least expect it, they merge. They play and twist you up inside, changing you and who you think you are. They dive into your thoughts, your dreams, and your memories, splashing and soaking up anything and everything around them. They sneak, stealthily and surreptitiously, into your heart, triggering responses long forgotten. And they celebrate, revel in the reactions they cause, the product of their work, their experimentation, their triumph. Be it a single drop, escaping yet unnoticed or the production of mirth, that sound and mark of joy, they have won the game. And you didn't even know you were playing.