He cried tears of sorrow
over creatures who rebelled
and washed the earth clean
of violence in ancient times
( humanity hasn’t changed )
faith-full Noah rode out storm
with motley-crewed menagerie
in huge hand-built (pitched
and precariously pitching) boat
until drencher rain stopped,
floodwaters began to recede
when raven embarks from ark,
on long reconnaissance mission
pumping back and forth across
expansive sea on strong wings.
days later, Noah let out a dove,
delicate creature in search of
nesting place for her young.
first flight aborted, exhausted
re-released after (weak) week
she returns with an olive branch
of peace to the human family (who
bowed) under God’s bow of promise
— aimed back at Him who would
bear our sin and rescue the world.
A prose poem linked to dVerse poets where Laura Bloomsbury encourages us to take flight!
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