The Ark

The rain began to pour 
For forty days and forty nights 
From within it flowed 

The water began to rise 
A deep muddy lake formed 
With her at the centre 

Drowning in remorse 
And sorrow and sin 
And poor choice consequences 

Some she tried to contain 
But the rain would not cease 
And the lake kept rising 

She began to sink 
She was being consumed 
Dragged to her final end 

Then came a voice 
With one clear word 
Transcend 

She couldn’t stem the tide 
Of what had been done 
She could only start anew 

So she heeded the imperative 
Built a boat 
And survived