Faith and hope like two children hand in hand
He sends out the dove again, and she goes,
Fluttering like a tiny white flag over the flood.
The sand from the sea floor swirls up under the ark
Turning to silt all the past;
All that was before
Is given up to the deep
I watch, surrounded by my tethered sentients
Wondering when it will all be settled and we will be ransomed.
Through my porthole, I view the flood of ocean and sun
The sun drawing us like a sprout from its hull
The ocean infusing us with its salty energy
We are born upon the bosom of the deep.
Of all that was before, this only did He keep
Through my porthole I view the flood of ocean and sun
Light dancing in jubilation on the water
Water moving with womanly electricity
And this ark, bearing all the rest, borne on wake of sun and sea
A sparkle grows in the sky’s eye
I watch it reflecting the light, its shadow fleeting over the undulant sea---
Suddenly my heart is beating
Like the wings of the dove who speeds to me----
In the middle distance between the dove and me
Our spirits collide in frenzy
When she lands in a flurry on my hand
The full impact of her errand comes home
She bears an olive branch.
God has made peace!
Soon the keel of my ark will be embraced in the bosom of the mountain,
I will kiss the earth, and bury my hands in the tilth.
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