»Noah's Ark«
(by Hettie Van Zyl)
it splashes down on my roof and tripple on my window pain
And then I can't help start thinking
about the days in Noah's time
when the great Flood poured out its water
over all animal and human kind.
I try then to imagine how astonished they must have been
to see water falling down from heaven
something they never before had seen.
And then the changes on their faces
when they realize the water is not going to stop.
And they start trying to reach the mountains,
to find safety on the highest tops.
I can almost here a mother screaming
Noah open up the Ark's door
my little child is going to die
he can't take it any more.
Another one starts pleading.
O Noah, I have changed my mind.
If only you can open up you'll see
I am no longer of that ungodly kind
Then some one else starts shouting
Noah I know you can hear me..
Well you just wait, when this water is going to stop
you'll see what I am going to do to your family.
But Noah didn't hear a word
not his children or his wife.
They know because they had listened
and build the ark,
JEHOVAH will let them survive.
Then I start wondering how each one of us is going to act when Armageddon strikes.
Are we going to see that it is our salvation,
or are we going to try and hide.
Well the time is now to make very sure
you are building a spiritual ark
before the wrath of our God JEHOVAH
is going to change this systems lights into dark
I can hear the rain is falling softer now,
and the sky is getting clear
And I pray that JEHOVAH will save my family
when Armageddon is here.
written in March 2009 : submitted on March 21, 2009 : viewed 54 times
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Readers' comments
Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe: I have read the poem 'Noah's Ark'. You expression is good and impressive, I must say. It makes one to remember that one of these days God's wrath is bound to put poured on all those who do not know him and bide by his rules. Sometimes the poem kind of sends chills into one's spine. I must also hasten to say that you must show the words spoken directly by a person either in quotation marks or in another manner that will show the difference between reported and direct speech.Also, again, I urge you to standardise you lines for uniformity and precision.Otherwise this is a good and message carrying poem especially to the Christian world. Keep on pushing the pen, sister!
Tiema Muindi: your poem reminds me that the life that we have has a purpose and that we didnt come into existanc by chance.








