After the Flood

After the Flood
 
I was there when the world ended,
ancient landmarks washed away;
 
the rains letting up and my Lord appeared –
first as Polaris guiding me upon the flood,
 
then as Noah at the wheel, sharing the journey. 
I’m on night duty these days,
 
insubstantial as a moon shadow,
just present enough to tend to my chores
 
while Noah guides the ship
upon the boundless main,
 
beneath the moonglow
and the North Star,
 
awaiting a new adventure
once the waters recede.
 
O child of God, for the New Life to begin,
the old life must be swept away.