Ruby Throated God

Could that ruby throated hummingbird be God? Fanning smiles-igniting sighs in brief thimbles of time... To help temper the graying emptiness of our swirling lives. Then just as quickly as they arrive, they flit away with our sighs. There's nothing left but twin pits of black and blue regret. Always testing our hobbled faith -day upon day upon...day. Praying with all our might for a booster shot of sweet shimmer from a pristine avian God. Then a wisp of something arrives, in a silver slip of sundial time before hopeful moments are scuttled on the reef of our drifting minds. Some will call it a miracle. others will cackle...coincidence.