There I'd have nowhere comfortable to put my feet — like the dove on Noah's ark. ~ Josh C
Forty days later Noah opened a window to send out a raven, but it kept flying around until the water had dried up. Noah wanted to find out if the water had gone down, and he sent out a dove. Deep water was still everywhere, and the dove could not find a place to land. So it flew back to the boat. Noah held out his hand and helped it back in. ~ Genesis 8:6-9 (CEV)
Waking up to a new world,
one bearing no apparent resemblance
to the one I've known, wandering,
without landmarks, uncharted.
A new nightmare of an old reality.
Finding a floating box of a boat,
incongruous and awkward,
one where nobody would choose to go
but the only option in a drowning world,
finding there the hand of friendship,
acceptance, understanding
welcoming me home.
one bearing no apparent resemblance
to the one I've known, wandering,
without landmarks, uncharted.
A new nightmare of an old reality.
Finding a floating box of a boat,
incongruous and awkward,
one where nobody would choose to go
but the only option in a drowning world,
finding there the hand of friendship,
acceptance, understanding
welcoming me home.
- Dove Arc Icon by Maria Kirby
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