The Flood That Never Ends
From fire that consumed Lemuria’s grace
To waters that swallowed Atlantis’ face,
The pattern holds through every age—
A flood, a fire, a turning page.
Yet always, in the roar and strife,
A voice awakens one true life:
“Build now the ark, prepare the seed,
For righteousness shall still proceed.”
Noah listened in the falling rain,
Manu heard the fish’s strange refrain,
Lot fled the city wrapped in flame—
Each remnant bore a different name,
Yet all were called to carry through
The good that time could not undo.
The flood that never truly ends
Is not the sea the prophet sends,
But that which rises in the soul
When fear would claim the heart’s control.
Headlines crash like ancient waves
And threaten to become our graves—
Unless we turn, unless we hear
The still, small voice that draws us near.
Then build within what once was wood:
An ark of silence, prayer, and good.
The covenant is not of old—
It lives in every heart made bold
To wake, to see, to choose the light
While others flee the coming night.
The pruned tree bears the truer fruit;
The remnant sails beyond dispute.
New seed is sown in every storm
For those who keep the inner form.
The flood may rage, the waters rise,
But love has built its own supplies—
An ark that floats on spirit’s breath,
Through every ending into deathless death.
The righteous carry what must last;
The future ripens from the past.
And when the waters finally cease,
The rainbow bends in living peace.
“The Flood That Never Ends” by Tyla Gabriel
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