From Ark To Arc
Eight embark
passage on
No-ah's ark.
The rains pour night and day,
nine hundred, sixty hours.
Their world judged, cast away,
Eight souls embark earth's sod
flooded with emptiness...
masterminds for their God
Grasp gone, An arc appears - the rainbow,
revered symbol shaped by God himself.
His promise: earth will not undergo
a second deluge over the top.
Seedtime / harvest and summer / winter
cold / heat and day / night will never stop.
So, how do we adapt in this place?
Only one choice for these eight souls - trust
rainbow's gold / glorious gift / God's grace.
July 7, 2021
form: Tesla 3-6-9 poem
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