The Night Sky Is Crying Poem by Gert Strydom

There’s an old story
that the holy word holds true,
which happened in a time like today
when people lived only for themselves
and thought that they had knowledge
of the things around them.

The ancient poetry of Gilgamesh
proclaims that story
which some see as just a myth
and it is part of the traditions
of many nations
across the earth
and it says that once
long ago there was a cataclysmic flood,
like non other:

The night sky is crying
and tears are streaming
down to the earth
in splattering sheets.

The sound of the weeping wind
howls through the trees
sweeping green and yellow leaves
from the branches.

Thunderbolt after thunderbolt
roars down from the clouded sky
as if the elements are in terror.

The rain turn into hail
and from hail
into a blizzard of rivers
falling from the air,
as if the creator
is emptying a unknown ocean
onto the earth.

Hurricane storm winds shatter
and huge waves
brake with great power
and the water keep on rising
and lighting storms bash continuously
until man and beast are dead,
but for the people and animals
in that one solitary ship
that is save while the Creator
protects them
and even the dark spirits
fear the anger of the Almighty God.

When ever I see a rainbow
the story comes to my mind
and the promise,
that water will not destroy
the world again.