Regeneration

In continuing with the poems for Sunday.....a poem about the Flood.

Regeneration

The skies clouded over, the sun was blocked out

Regeneration in an overlooked drought

It began with one drop of pure clean water

It fell like bullets on goats to the slaughter

The goats mocked and laughed in their bullet proof vests

And didn’t realize they only covered their chests

A sliver of light still peeked through the clouds

It fell upon just one amongst the crowds

This chosen man amidst dead ones walking

This chosen man amidst dead ones talking

The dead ones continued to live their dead lives

They continued to rub as useless dull knives

Just one man had a strange dream of a boat

And of the great waters on which it would float

The dead ones mocked him for there were no waters

The dead ones laughed at his sons and the daughters

While he built such a vessel on the dry cracked earth

The dead ones taunted and jeered and continued in mirth

To have the earth filled with these dry cracked vessels

The God of heaven with such grief did wrestle

He would wash it all away and start anew

He would use the only man who had stayed true

So amidst the mocking, jeering crowds

The water began to soak into clouds

There was an urgent whisper heard in a breeze

There was a murmur, a rustling in the tall trees

A pair of bluebirds called to a doe and a buck

A lion, a lioness and two mallard ducks

An elephant couple, a bee and it’s mate

Strangely compelled to join together and wait

The great captain came down to close the boat’s doors

He opened the floodgates and let the rains pour

His tears intermingled with drops as they fell

The ones on earth realized all was not well

The anger, the screams, the evil, blocked out

Regeneration in an overlooked drought