‘Tween two ice sheets on a road, there bubbles
gold as pavement heats and ice melts away.
Caught in that swift rushing current, unable
to flee, a piece of winter castaway
and shoved towards the grate to flow river-wards.
In the bubbles’ shine I see your paintbrush,
evidence of your attention, my Lord.
I study your work while everyone rushes
past ignoring the clues you left hidden
in ordinary things, small spectacles,
for those who search the small details, even
ice melting on a road, for particles
of the divine, or lacking that, a sign
that you stood here and crafted this design.
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In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “(Extra)ordinary.”