Poet Beth "Batyah" Elishevah Ginzberg expresses her creative poetic meditations about water as a very powerful atmospheric element of the environment. Ginzberg wrote these poems at the East Rogers Park Lake Michigan Beaches, on-the-spot, to experientially convey the full effect of the Great Lakes of Chicago, IL USA for your reading pleasure.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

FLOODING WATERS BECOMING DRINKING WATERS


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The Promise, Covenant of our Lord that He would never flood the Earth again as He did when Noach built his Ark to save the animal kingdom and humans, humans are we all descended from Noach, his family, he is all of our ancestor. What are these rains that we were promised never to happen again?

The rains of the rainiest weather ever, lugging and pulling huge heavy sandbags to pile up one over the other, to stop the flow of water that without sand would not stop. Like camels carrying these bags, one on each hump, tossing them to stop a flood. Flood waters that are voracious, an army of shellfish to provoke us to eat, dams we build like beavers with buckteeth, logs over logs, floating logs, chewed up logs, one log over the other, dams breaking as waves appear with a massive gust of wind, beavers drowning, waters again covering the Earth dams or no dams, damn it. Basements filling up with water, seeping through cracks in the foundations of the house through cement, pipes from the city outside forcing its way through your house pipes, sewer water, a back up of flooding waters everywhere, your backyard and front yards like rivers, boats going from house to house to rescue, to save human lives and property. Trees uprooted floating and slamming into home walls, climbing up on top of roofs swinging onto helicopters into hospitals.

To find a plastic floating surfboard, to float on our backs, to wait until the sun warms the Earth enough to solidify the waters to then become dust, sand everywhere, sandy soil, no more wading waters, waters that are just enough to drink and bathe.

Normalcy again in little ponds that become puddles, walking through water on rocks that are visible, barefooted, small splashes, no need to build another Ark as a houseboat, fountains to cup our hands, to wash our hands, to sip water again to remain hydrated.

The Covenant upheld, flooded waters dried up, multi-colored rainbows appearing everywhere you look, His signature to us the rains decrease and then are no more, a drink to life, a rainbow and a drink. Thank you, G-D, for again fulfilling Your Promise.

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