You spoke, O God, and all was made;
the evening came, and then the day,
and someday all will be made new—
a day that no one knows but you.
You drew the vapor off the land
and oceans gathered in your hand.
You shut within its doors the sea,
and with a word you set it free.
The stormcouds thundered back again:
You looked upon the works of men
and sent the raging of the flood
to wash the stones we'd stained with blood.
But in your day all floods recede
and sunlight touches soil and seed.
The shattered earth will yield once once;
the vintage of your love will pour.
'Til then, your altars deep are drowned,
and deep the sacrifice must sound.
So shall the deluge wash away
the sin that stains our hands today.
Let this flood reach our inmost parts
with tears to baptize wayward hearts.
Like the earth, let us be whole again;
like the earth, to yield your harvest then.
Noah’s Ark (1846), by the American folk painter Edward Hicks 1780 – 1849 (1780 – 1849) – Artist/Maker (American)Born in Langhorne, Pennsylvania, United States. Died in Newtown, Pennsylvania, United States.Details on Google Art Project – aQFz9qNv8QS26Q at Google Cultural Institute maximum zoom level, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=21886421
Kate Bluett 
