Noah and the Flood
Genesis 6.11-22; 8.6-12
Watery death
sentence, a remnant raft to build;
Those close to
Creator’s wrath scramble to obey.
Building storm clouds
warn, get survival packs filled.
Afloat will escape
come, all air breathers’ water will slay.
Tied to creation, our
day faces global consequences real.
Rising seas,
congested skies, empty food pantries abound.
Creator’s globe our
fine craft, needs tending with honest zeal.
Neighbors bring care
across each street, love resounds.
Scatterer’s fear
binds up the easy gait.
Selfish egos prevent
extended hands.
Nationalist cultures
don’t help but wait.
Survival needs lead
to marauding bands.
Spirit ever leads
down the path of abundant love.
Wisdom comes from
Creator’s attention to detail.
Word Become Flesh
brings reviving grace from above.
Servants of The One
reach in loving song to the wail.
Natural, logical
consequences teach life’s lessons true.
Healthy politics
serve individual, greater good.
A strong message
comes for all not just a few,
Together we can live
in peace, a choice not a ‘should’.
Friends, together we
ride across our galactic sea.
Shall we keep our
craft well, trim its’ ecological sails?
Eight billion travelers
can benefit from grace free,
A vital conversation
regarding survival, all it entails.
Noah released his
peace dove, reconnoitering his trip.
Our satellites don’t
see boundary lines but blue Mother Gaia.
Now’s the time to
make loving arrangements not those that rip;
Gathered ‘round our
life’s future in hope not false betrayal;
Soon arrives the
Prince of Peace, manger snoozing.
Angels announce ‘cross
the fields Creator’s, Spirits’ joy.
Every day folk make
uplifting lives, Satan’s bonds loosing.
We await with active
hands Word Become Flesh, a little boy.
The Rev. Ronald Allen Melver, M.Div.
4 December
2013
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