ALLEGORY TO THE FLOODby Teresita PerezLike a jewel in outer space, revolving around the sun, planet earth spun as it danced like a bride who's having fun. Her veil was a sphere of water, high above the sky of blue, like a wet canopy spinning, as the light came shining through. It cooled the rays of the sun and its breeze caressed all souls, even temperature year round from equator to both poles. An air-conditioning system of nature, global, outdoors, for earth was a paradise, the awesome work of the Lord. Her gardens garnished with rubies, silver gravel, pure gold rocks, sand of diamonds shored her rivers, emeralds adorned its ponds, pathways arrayed by sapphires and all precious gems exposed gave glory to every valley, and to the eye sweet repose.  Every plant blooming with flowers was arranged in perfect order, around the valleys the low ones, toward the mountains the tallest. A true extension of heaven, earth a living, breathing throne, world and haven Noah knew, God's perfect plan and man's home. Yet God saw that mankind's heart, corrupted every intension, would destroy the earth and selves, succumbing to vile inventions. And His moral laws forgotten, violence and aberrations turned paradise into hell. It was time to end creation. "Hear me, Noah, build an ark, to save yourself and your home." Obedient, in love with God, Noah did as he was told. Thus began the three great warnings, and if men would heed their call, they could save themselves escaping the judgment about to fall. First came the voice of Noah, second his act of construction, and third the animals marching into refuge and protection. In groups of fourteen or two, angels brought each with its pair, seven cows and seven bulls, two horses and their two mares. But they did not guide to refuge animals amalgamated, and since men would become feeble, neither mammoth ones created. And when all creatures and Noah, his wife, three sons and their wives entered and bid their farewell to the crowd laughing outside, for a moment many hearts, expressed concern. There were tears. But mockery was triumphant, effective pressure from peers. Yet Noah pleaded again, his voice to be heard no more, for the mob was resolute. So the Lord God closed the door. Seven days the massive vessel sat upon the valley dear, many organizing parties, others overcome by fear. But as days passed uneventful, those who worried joined the fun, until the canopy burst drowning each and everyone. Copyright © 2000, 2020 Teresita Perez You are visiting Poetry by Teresita Perez in English. COPYRIGHT: This work and site are the property of Teresita Perez. Its use for lucrative or commercial purpose, as well as to gain money in any way, shape, concept or form, is strictly prohibited. DISCLAIMER: Permission has been sought and given for many images and backgrounds used on this site or they are public domain. |