riverlust:

Yes, it could be that I am a tiny piece of God, and
     each of you too, or at least
          of his intention and his hope.
Which is a delight beyond measure.
I don’t know how you get to suspect such an idea.
     I only know that the river kept singing.
It wasn’t a persuasion, it was all the river’s own
     constant joy
which was better by far than a lecture, which was
     comfortable, exciting, unforgettable.

Mary Oliver, closing strophe in section 2 of “At the River Clarion” from Evidence (Beacon Press, 2009)

Painting: Henri Moret, A Ford, Pont-Aven River, 1899