Echoes in the Night

Across the surface
of the frozen waters
comes the groaning
of the ice.

At first
I never
know what it is -

that sound
that is a walrus
grunt or seals'
groan or
whales' moan

takes

just a second
or two
to make sense.

The moaning
and the echoes
in the night

are ghostly
calls

specter calls

one voice
unto another.

Deep calls
unto deep at
the noise of
Your waterfalls;

All Your waves
and billows have

gone over me.

Washed in the
awe-rich
caverns of sound

a minor key
sings in
my heart,

a note of wonder
as all creation
groans.