Noah’s Tears

Noah’s Tears

Oh God, can you hear my cries?

The grief
once restrained
by decorum
and obligations
has burst through;
my faith
has given way,
my strength
has collapsed;
my tears
are unstoppable.

I am adrift
in sorrow,
and disbelief;
the center of my life
has been
swept away
and nothing

I think of Noah
on the ark
seeing the places
he had once known
Watching the waves
every living thing.

No hope of rescue,
no where to go;
dark clouds above
pitiless waters below
a vast expanse
of endless
nothing to do
but hold on
and pray.

I scan the skies
for a raven,
a dove,
or – how I wish it! –
a rainbow:
some sign
of hope
to light my way
and warm
my heart;
and I hold on
and pray.

Deborah Beach Giordano
© May 25, 2010

About inklingscommunity

I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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