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… Memories are like tombstones: Silent epitaphs of life. We prepared well for the fire next time; But the thunder came: wailing clouds Released their sobbing tears The crescendo passage of the river’s womb Overflowed her loins; wetness Saturating the helpless earth. Stunned by the surge of the water’s fury, We sandbagged hope; anchored by our faith, we levied our destinies on the upper banks of time. What sins had we forgotten to pray forgiveness for? How long had we cursed the drought? Who Could stop the tears of God? Cringing beneath the cloud, whining… We wiped away our tears; waiting on the crest. In the tears of God; we waited on the dove: soaring Skies; sailing in the mist of the bow’s rays; Refracted by the savory tears of God.