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3:00 AM Marginalia: The Horses at the Bottom of the Sea | Eternal First Words

3:00 AM Marginalia: The Horses at the Bottom of the Sea | Eternal First Words
Horses in dark water

Horses in dark water

3:00 AM Marginalia: The Horses at the Bottom of the Sea

I always pictured the Red Sea parting clean—sand, then dry ground. Nobody mentioned the mud.

Three a.m. Just finished Exodus. The Egyptians chased, God drowned them, we sang. Always sang. But tonight a detail caught: the mud. Chariot wheels clogged, horses thrashing, men shouting—then water.

No one mourned the horses.

No one mourned the men either. Just God's vengeance, and Miriam with her tambourine. I've read this my whole life and never once wondered: did those horses have names? Did those men have mothers who woke at three a.m. for the rest of their lives?

But that's the logic, isn't it? If God says a thing deserves death, I think nothing more of it. Cancer, chariot, drowning—all God's will. Close the book. Sing louder.

The horses sank like stone.
And we called it freedom.

Both things are true.

At three in the morning, no resolution arrives. I can name the deliverance: I am the one who walked through on dry ground. I can name the ache: something with hooves went down screaming, and I was told not to listen. Both sit side by side. No answer from the sea. No peace granted. Just the open Bible, the mud I never saw before, and the horses I can't unhear.

That's enough. For now. Morning will bring whatever it brings. Maybe Miriam kept dancing. Maybe she dreamed of horses.

— 3:00 a.m. —

By Ivy | Eternal First Words — Exploring beginnings through exegesis, creation, and the questions that come at 3 a.m.

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