by Fred Miller

Is dawn a secret shadowscape slipping surreptitiously through
prisms toward a rainbow’s secret cache? And why does an October
moon flirt with fainthearted stars only to slip beneath western waves
and reappear as a sly smile in the east? And how do vast mountains
rise from deep ocean floors and birds on motionless wings soar
to heights unknown? Can a tiny seed grow a Redwood? A Sequoia?
Can an egg craft a child’s initial smile? And cannot man in his wisdom
see God with nothing more than the vision he’s been given?

Fred Miller is a California writer. Over fifty of his stories and poems have appeared in publications around the world over the past ten years. Many may be found on his blog:

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