Hand of God
HAND OF GOD
The deluge came like splattered tears,
palm’s held out to see if it was real.
Hemlines lifted as feet kicked against the water.
The scourge of cold could be felt on their backs -
throngs of men, women, sons, and daughters.
Locked inside a cavernous boat, the saved,
like latchkey kids of the Most High.
Blinded from the pain of angry screams,
attending to the cries of the hungry wild.
Eventually, the water deepened and lifted the ark
from the muddy ground. Was there anyone left
to wish them well, to wave, to cheer?
The Lord pats the roof and sends them on their way –
for 40 days and 40 nights.
God pulled out his list and crossed off:
Deluge of complaints
Deluge of suffering
Deluge of immorality
Deluge of selfishness
Deluge of sin
2nd Place
8/27/2016
Contest: A Deluge
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
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