Flap away and as your wings survey The drying death below, tell me: What do you see? Do the bloated barks of leafless trees, Brown in death, and laden with grief Seem anew to breathe? Do the fungi grow in coloured sheathes On trees that felled by water swam before, But now rest ashore?Oh Raven, Raven, only water above all else
You saw, all around you one ocean swells?
Flap away and as your wings survey The drying death we know, search around, For dry ground. Do the torrents that tossed us far and wide Now slow and ebb as the tide begins to drop Beneath mountain tops? Do the oceans now divide like post-storm clouds Up above, and sip back behind the rocks That held them locked?Oh Dove, dear Dove, only water above all else
You saw, all around you one ocean swells?
Well flap away and once again survey The drying death that haunts us night and day And find a way. Oh, you found an olive start to live again, As the sun bedazzled each leaf in emeralds Set in gold walls? Oh, you found strands of green to build a nest To start anew nature's run which took a break For 40 days!?Oh Dove, oh Dove, if only again the emerald shone through day
Once again to say the fear has been whisked away with pain
And humans can carry on life in a new akin to the old way
Out of the nest, to neighbours to love and break bread again
(c) nyonglema
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Patience #NoahArk
Do the oceans now divide like post-storm clouds
Up above, and sip back behind the rocks
That held them locked?
2 replies on “Patience #NoahArk”
I too wrote about Noah’s Ark, so this poem called to me. You have a great gift for word artistry.
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Thanks for stopping by and relishing. I’d love to read tour version
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