THE FLOOD

     THE FLOOD…

            And it shall come to past, when I shall bring
            A cloud over the earth, that the bow
            Shall  be seen in the cloud…and the waters
            Shall no more become a flood to destroy…
                                                            GENESIS    

Memories are like tombstones:
Silent epitaphs of life.

We had prepared well for the fire next time, but
The thunder came;
And wailing skies rained down their tears---
The rivers’ wombs overflowed---wide stretched loins
Spilled their wetness over the waiting earth.

Stunned at the surge of fury, we sand-bagged our hopes;
Anchored ourselves on the bow of faith’s ark; 
And levied our destiny on the banks of flowing time.

What sin had we forgotten to pray forgiveness for?
How long had we cursed the devouring drought?
How could we stop these flowing tears of God?

Washed in the flowing tears of God---we waited;
We waited on the crest---the stillness.
Washed in the flowing tears of God---we watched;
We watched to see the dove: soaring beneath the bow.