Water and the Word: Rising

And Noah with his sons and his wife and his sons’ wives went into the ark to escape the waters of the flood.
(Genesis 7:7)

 A neighbor called to ask for help. 

The creek beside their house 

was flooding. 


By the time I ran down the hill, 

water was six inches deep 

in their carport, and creeping 

toward the house. 


We dragged everything we could move 

up the steep driveway 

and into the front yard. 


Then we sat and watched the brown liquid 

creep toward their living space, 

as the rain continued to fall. 


Fortunately, the liquid intruder stopped 

well before it reached their door, 

easing back down the incline. 


The water was brown and turbid, 

whisking all sorts of things 

down its conduit: 

large round hay bales, 

a pump house, 

and pretty much anything else 

that wasn’t securely anchored. 


I bet you, like I, know someone 

whose life is flooding now; 

someone whose moorings 

have become untethered; 

someone who may be 

struggling to stay afloat. 


Whatever ark we find 

at our disposal — 

listening ears, warm dry space, 

a cup of cool clean water — 

I pray we’ll let down the plank 

and welcome them 

into the safest space we have. 


© 2020 Todd Jenkins


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