Big like the ocean

Her simple faith did not allow her to question the context she was reading into the scriptures.  All she knew was that Domingo had been torn from her life, at a time when their love for each other had effectively blanked out the miserable reality of their existence.  There was simply no way that it could be left at that… not in a world where love always found an answering echo, just as God had intended.  She had seen no cause to confide to her mother that they had not even consummated their marriage.  They were not the kind of folk who needed to dissect and embellish their grief.
Though Divine Justice had not yet asserted itself in any tangible way, the still, small voice in her heart had never ceased to reassure her that it would finally come to pass.  If anything, it had been growing more insistent of late…more than otherwise on every night of the full moon.  She had no concept of how such an assurance would bear fruit, but never doubted or questioned.
Neither the assurance, not its source.