Gen 7:1-24

In year six hundred of Noah’s life

God told him to enter with sons and wife

Know that each son was married as well

With rejoicing companion before the rains fell

Of the clean beasts, by seven, would come inside

Of the unclean by two, and of seven who fly

For in seven days hence, rain would commence

And wicked, prone Godless would know their pretense

There Noah now waited with sons and their wives

Dreading the knowledge of the unsaved lives

Who clawed at the closed door of the ark

As the heavens opened to rain in the dark

Warnings they had for one hundred years

In pleading and earnest, through sweat and tears

In hopes to prevent the worst of fears

Scarring Noah’s memory: laughter and jeers

The fountains of the deep were opened below

And heavens on high released from windows

Torrents of water and flooding foretold

Drowning the fate of the weak and the bold

The windows broken, above, now clear

Was the crystalline dome of atmosphere

That guarded all skin from harmful rays

Degenerating health and length of days

So came the rain forty days and nights

To purge earth from all wickedness’ blight

So wept the last family living on earth

Who knew in grace that God measured worth

With increasing water the ark would soon float

Rise off the earth as the world storm smote

For ending dynasties and powers’ machinations

Was an end and beginning of God’s creation

Residing within this vessel of great volume

Voyaged the first last family o’er earthen gloom

For the deep fountains in ocean floors raged

Met with broken skies, blocked sun forty days

Colossal gathering of water’s grand

Raised vast oceans, consuming dry land

Siphoning breath of all living creatures

Resculpting the earth’s geologic features

(The ark’s proportions are true by design

Naval engineers model after its kind

The volume of cargo, ample by far

Equaled eight hundred thirty eight rail cars)

Bittersweet this retreat, haven from wrath

Did Noah cry, grieving, to change wicked’s path?

Through tempest dark and water’s fury

His visions screamed in eyes blurry

Noah was obedient to follow in quest

And walked with his God, who knew him best

To guide him through such arduous test

By giving him heritage in deliverance to rest

The waters of flood rose over mountains

Fed from the sky and under sea fountains

And the breath of all life was now negated

One hundred fifty days, before waters abated