Whoosh<\/p>\n
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The floodgates swing wide open<\/p>\n
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Wash<\/p>\n
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The world accosted by a storm:<\/p>\n
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Waters, knowledge, ideas, in many forms<\/p>\n
And deforms, in countless texts and textures,<\/p>\n
Some wet, others dry, some deep as a cut, others<\/p>\n
Shallow as a grave, some sharp as a tongue, others<\/p>\n
Blunt as a fact, flood the mind like a rapid river that<\/p>\n
Doesn\u2019t give a dam\u2026<\/p>\n
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Emotions swirl in a violent tempest: temper long lost and<\/p>\n
Not soon found; a storm of feelings, influences, hurts, loves<\/p>\n
And immune apathies rages on like an angry school principle.<\/p>\n
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(If we would leave the pen for the pun, we\u2019d say:<\/p>\n
The world is delugenal.)<\/p>\n
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Arms flail and try to swim, but it\u2019s no use.<\/p>\n
Perhaps there\u2019s a shout for help but if there<\/p>\n
Is it only sounds like an echo reverberating<\/p>\n
Off the empty walls of a cavernous situation<\/p>\n
Without even a reply to halt the pathetic, Help!<\/span> Help!<\/span> Help!<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Gulp and begin to drown\u2026<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Come You and your household To the ark<\/i><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ark these words<\/p>\n (Please):<\/p>\n <\/p>\n (This here might be the ark side of the moon.)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n True, there will be flood and storm-brought confusion<\/p>\n In this universe \u2013 it is the modus operandi of universes<\/p>\n Everywhere \u2013 however, it is also (if not more) true that<\/p>\n We have the ability to weather (not whether) the storm<\/p>\n And beat the flooding \u2013 this is the modus operandi of<\/p>\n People everywhere.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n It is what those of the English persuasion would call an Ark;<\/p>\n We of the Holy Tongue persuasion (and who isn\u2019t persuaded<\/p>\n In that way, at least to some extent) would call it a Tayvah<\/i>:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Tayvah<\/i>, besides for being an ark, a vessel in which to ride waves<\/p>\n Of the nautical kind, also translates as Word, a vessel with which to<\/p>\n Ride waves of a much different \u2013 and yet just as stormy \u2013 kind.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n What type of ark can protect us from the kind of flood that isn\u2019t wet?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Words \u2013 words of prayer, words of torah, words of comfort, words of peace.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Just as the ark back then was an island of calm on a sea of turmoil<\/p>\n So too is today\u2019s ark \u2013 a prayer in the morning, a study session in the<\/p>\n Evening \u2013 a slice of peaceful harmony in a deluge of fragmented confusion.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Go forth from the ark<\/i><\/p>\n <\/p>\n But an ark, a place of peace and harmony, a moment of<\/p>\n Sincerity and unity, where even animals can live together,<\/p>\n Is not a place, a moment, from which one goes forth easily.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n But we do not live for what is easy; we live for what is right:<\/p>\n True we must have our arks, the words of prayer and torah<\/p>\n With which to guide us through the storm that is life, but we<\/p>\n Cannot remain boxed into our own little world \u2013 we\u2019ve got to<\/p>\n Go forth from the ark, lest we become as stale as the flood itself.<\/p>\n We must go forth and bring the ark, the letters forth with us<\/p>\n So that a flood never drowns anyone ever again.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Arkeology & Arkitecture:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The study and texture of Noah\u2019s \u2013 and our \u2013 ark<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Perhaps an arketype if you will.<\/p>\n
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