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It Was A Miracle
Written By: Donna Clements | Issue: July 2023
A ghostly presence in Whiteside Cove arrives bearing a message for anyone with opened eyes.
Not likely, will you see what I saw, but if you should see, then what you see shall not likely be unseen by your heart.
For what I saw is now, by virtue of this community-treasured publication, indelibly etched into the tales of lore of Whiteside Cove.
What I saw—two deer perusing through the fresh offerings of the meadow’s green market—at first glance, was as natural, as commonplace, as undomesticated in any environment completely enveloped by nature in all her glory, as robins chatting away the latest developments in spring-time nest design.
What I saw, at second glance, was nothing short of a miracle. It was a miracle.
One deer, smaller in stature—the obvious follower of the pack—wore the ever-trendy, never outdated, tawny ensemble, highlighting from behind, the tell-tale sign of her breed, a white tail!
Her companion—the leader—presented the wonder. For her voguish ensemble—excluding a smartly accessorized hint of brown here and there—was of pure white.
As a piebald, she was categorically set apart in her outer being as the 1% of her kind, extremely rare, uniquely, and majestically created. She was elegant, petite, and soigné; a walking, breathing representation of that which is not readily to be.
Her distinctiveness was observable. But I discerned something more.
My neighbor explained.
Some weeks prior, she had witnessed an obvious maternal connection between a pair of deer shopping in her garden.
Their bond was strong. Until it was not. For one day, the mama deer appeared injured and selecting our neighbor’s property as her final resting place, she left behind a grieving child-like deer.
A small herd passed, rejecting the motherless deer. And then unbelievably, the white deer appeared, and making a profound, non-verbal pact with the orphan, escorted the little one onwards in life.
When I saw them, their bond was strong. The white deer’s intentions towards the little deer were of the soundest, most life-giving kind, that she would nurture, guide, and protect the youngster into adulthood and beyond.She stepped up to the call to fulfill a need not met by its intended.
It was not what the white deer wore that made her so memorable, it was what she bore.
Towards her fellow being, she bore a perceivable commitment that life would be more meaningful for the gift of fellowship, love, and respect, one to the other.
