Forty Days And Forty Nights Poem by Eric Cockrell
Forty Days And Forty Nights
and it rained...
for forty days and forty nights,
till all was lost
except the memory of you.
even the world anew,
born with an ache,
and an absence of heart,
that dawn could not heal.
among the ruins and the rubble,
a solitary flower bloomed.
while the dogs of desire sniffed,
never picking up a scent!
even the walls of the cave,
mumbled prayers in a whisper...
and god wept,
while ants marched to destruction!
While ants marched to destruction, a fantastic line and a fantastic poem.
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5/8/2024 5:07:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Eric, at first I thought that you are going to talk about the flood..and then you connected an incident in old testament to another incident in the New testament and finished with ants. Interesting! !