Why do the mighty Jordan's waters turn?
Does a great barrier thwart their onward urge
Or some vast tempest's concentration spurn,
For once, the vigour of its downward surge?
No. Just an Ark. Its littleness prevails:
Though men might deem it insignificant
Yet by God's power its presence countervails
Where flood before were always dominant.
Only a man to men's self‑holden sight,
The Christ advanced to meet death's awesome power;
And through God's strength and His inherent right
Quelled it and freed men it once forced to cower.
For while death's torrent rages as before
We stand with Christ upon the other shore.
Does a great barrier thwart their onward urge
Or some vast tempest's concentration spurn,
For once, the vigour of its downward surge?
No. Just an Ark. Its littleness prevails:
Though men might deem it insignificant
Yet by God's power its presence countervails
Where flood before were always dominant.
Only a man to men's self‑holden sight,
The Christ advanced to meet death's awesome power;
And through God's strength and His inherent right
Quelled it and freed men it once forced to cower.
For while death's torrent rages as before
We stand with Christ upon the other shore.
An old one reposted from a sequence on the Ark.
Near Aberdeen, and the fishing boat named, I think, after my great-grandmother, the Lizzie Brown
Wonderful poem, David, and thanks for the peek at history through your Great-grandmother!
ReplyDeleteThat's a beautiful poem and oh, that view must be more stunning in person.
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