DEEP INTO THE DARKNESS OF WINTER

The heavens proclaim the Glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.  Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.  Psalm 19:1

Bogue Sound, NC

A girl raised in the Midwest with no ocean near.

So happy, here, to see sun on water, gently wavering.

Stars in the morning not just at night, more fluid and just as bright.

Sun rising in the east as it does, 

Laying a sparkling path on its road from narrow shore to vast horizon,

A perfect triangle at sea.

The pale moon sets further west, 

Wisp of a moon doing its own evaporating act

Still high in the sky.  

Turtle doves sit side-by-side on the wire, but one has lost its mate.

Soon chased from the pair without remorse, wings whistling.  

Some mornings the sun pushes its way through the cloudy canopy,

Some days an easy ride.

Last night I saw the very same orb drop into the sea at 5:11 to the minute,

Leaving ribbons red and gold across the span of water meeting sky, 

Deep into the darkness of winter.

How do we deserve these miracles? 

                                                       Nina Naomi