Flood

An old man had remained silent for many a blue moon,
Sitting by a river, in the glory of God.
His body glowed with a silent fire,
That warmed the atmosphere and made the villagers swoon.

They begged ''Please! We beg you! Tell us of your Divine insight!''
The old man stayed silent.
Not even the whistle of the wind disturbed his peaceful light.

The villagers always went back to their homes,
full of thoughts; nervy and stressed
struck with the worry of how their Souls were to be dressed.

On this day, the villagers once again begged
''Please! We beg you! Tell us your Divine way!''
The old man uttered the word ''Flood''
And the river rose and washed everything away. 

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

nice tale leading up the end which was not what they wanted to hear....the flood...
very well portrayed... enjoyed reading it...
Best, B