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The Diluvian First Mother, Part I
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H. Arlequin Member
since 1999-08-23
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The Diluvian First Mother PART I I The Tale II The Turmoil III The Turning Point IV The Training V The Ten Decades VI The Taking on Stores VII The Tenants VIII The Terror PART II IX The Tempests X The Touching XI The Trial Birds XII The Thanksgiving XIII The Taming of the Land XIV The Turning Out XV The Thirty Decades XVI The Twilight Years XVII The Time to Rest I The Tale A story's end can not be told by heroes when their curtain call descends before expected, had I not watched this plot unfold, assured imagination's gall, I'd out of hand reject it. On rainy days, they come to me to hear adventure live again, about the man unbroken, when he, alone, was called to be a savior of all life, and men, new covenants had spoken. He said, "Renew, let life restart, or else I shall extinction see, creation end." Disrupted, divinely convinced to do his part, one hundred years he'd faithful be while siblings lived corrupted. When rain relents dark overcast, across a distant cloud, His sign appears, the promise given, that life outlasts a stormy blast, fear not its flood, but fire confine should sins besmirch the shriven. II The Turmoil The Garden was a distant past, idyllic scenes, their innocence, its fellowship, forgotten. In sweaty toil his days contrast man's feeble moral impotence, which notion, ill begotten, too foreign to his thoughts of things, and tools to simplify the time to make, or the enjoyment in foolish pride possession brings, no time to free his soul to climb in pensive redeployment. The simplest ownership, was take, if stronger than the holder thought to have in his possession. Which lawlessness would peace forsake with blood to shed as Cain re-fought the ghosts of his obsession. How could Love justify its claim that man, Creation's centerpiece, would yearn for restoration? He seemed more likely to inflame, to disregard, the debt increase than sue for its cessation! III The Turning Point Forgotten was the fellowship, as distant as the times both walked in pleasant conversation. Edenic sights could not conscript the human soul while Wisdom talked His recapitulation. Man exercised his new found toy without concern for reasons why, and found his prompt expulsion a toilsome drudge replacing joy; perfection lost, he had to die, abject in His revulsion. "Expunge the act, the thought as well for man has gone too far astray to think of an exemption, consign the universe to hell if not one soul will homage pay the Lord for His redemption!" When Enoch, he who did not die, spoke that his line had one who sought Design in life's dimensions, in Noah, Creation chose to try restoring earth for men who taught respect for His conventions. IV The Training A willing heart, an open mind to implement Salvation's plan, was not enough to do it, the cleverness required to find the tools, the woods, to understand I Am could get him through it, five hundred feet, one hundred years of shaving, fitting, joining parts despite his friends' derision, the coming time for fear and tears, despairing wails of desperate hearts deceived to indecision. To fell one tree, reduce to size, with four to move...their obvious lack, soon expertise was chiding the neophyte to realize angelic aides must help attack, disaster, else abiding. Fatigue the constant of his day, to walk in faith, no end in sight awaiting His directions, allowing Him who knew the way to lead, he'd build an ark despite his patent imperfections. V The Ted Decades No architects or building yards no modern tools or work machines for use at his disposal, the needed parts, without discards, each day appeared! To Noah, dreams conveyed Design's proposal. Attention to the site came first, then laying of the level keel, planks glued for strength protection, precut the pieces, when dispersed allowed for ribs, their fit and feel assembled to perfection, whose arms curved upward toward the sky as if themselves consigned to prayer, the passing years repenting, the row on row, impatient why no plank of covering to prepare for deluge, unrelenting. The weeks to months, soon a decade, three decks of rooms, plus storage space for hay, four grains and water, the ark with scented pitch displayed divine high hopes, man's safest place should storms demand a martyr. VI The Taking on Stores At last the day, the ark complete the work of ten decades, and more in store to fill her larder, for hay and grain, ten crops replete with straw to strew upon the floor, the eight must labor harder. One pair of each so named unclean, and seven pair of other lines were numbers He projected, with feed to last the year between their in and out, though dormant kinds consume less than expected. Consumption was the prime concern as well the means by which to feed, its quantity and storage, the labor force was quick to learn the discipline of time they'd need to dole each one its forage. Had some not known to hibernate, the gathering, storing, feeding tasks exceeded all resources the eight, themselves, could demonstrate, but grain bins filled and water casks were stocked by unseen forces. VII The Tenants The day arrived, the larders full for animals and man to be supplied to overflowing, a restlessness began to pull, with stores laid by, the company knew soon that we'd be going. By pairs they came as if they knew the role that each was set to play and where to be enacted, no drover spoke or showed them to the refuge stall, their home away until the floods contracted. Some wide, more tall, and many small knew when and where they were to come in ordered convocation, until at last He knew that all creation had been called to sum their species restoration. Noah, three sons, as well, four wives in safety entered in the ship constructed by their labor, and silence fell on pensive lives in awe, reminded how the trip restored Creation's favor. VIII The Terror That silence seemed would never end no breath or wind disturbed the air until the door was closing, His hand had sealed within, to spend the flood's duration, a remnant, there in safety predisposing. The winds began. Above the sound of whistled tones, the calls were heard, in wondered disbelieving, from blackened skies, hail drifts abound the noonday dark, to thoughts absurd of prophecy achieving the ends that Noah preached about! When panic once was full released shrieks, and wails ascended, "Save us, save us", old neighbors shout, their pounding fists tempos increased, wild terror nil befriended. Indelible, the shrieks bewailed, their sounds recurring down the years, the desperate panicked voices, derisive once, when Truth assailed in time to choose repentant tears for man's indifferent choices. continued in Part II . . . --H. Arlequin . . . . The Women of the Word Poems From the Goober Tree http://nathoo.wustl.edu/goober_tree.htm |
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RainbowGirl Member Elite
since 1999-07-31
Posts 3023United Kingdom |
Bravo..!!!! HUGS Yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream... |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Wow! Quite a task you've taken on there... and well done! |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
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Exceptional. |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
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Excellent, H.A.! Very well done! Denise |
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snow in summer Member
since 1999-08-28
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Wow... took me in from the start and kept my attention... is there more? |
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Nan
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since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Standing Ovation, HA......   |
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H. Arlequin Member
since 1999-08-23
Posts 210 |
ty ty ty Rainbow Girl, suthern, Mike. Denise Snow and Nan!!! smooooooooches HA |
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