Populated land of plenty

Yet hearts brimming with sin,

Dishonourable thoughts, unwholesome deeds

Blessings, provision, no gratitude thereof

The young mirrored such ways

Distaste all around, high and low, near and far

Preoccupied souls, distractions abound

Within such surroundings, righteousness remained

The remembrance of Noah, a passing of days, instructions foretold

An unfolding promise, destruction of old

A time for renewal, a solid ark to build

Call forth the chosen, the chosen are few

Gather your wives and sons, animals two by two

Close the door, seek refuge no more

Waters shall arise, raging torrents, streams will flow

Forty days and forty nights

Water-covered earth, send a raven to and fro

Send a dove for resting place

Imminent return, a week of wait

A second return, an olive leaf

Of such relief, the flood had ceased

A beautiful becoming, land again

An open door

An offer of sacrifice upon the altar

A promise on high

Rainbow sky



Written by Geraldine Taylor ©