When Noah sent a dove
out of the ark
to see if the floods of waters
were assuaged
which covered all the earth,
the dove returned to him.
And he stayed—
with what patience—
"yet other seven days,"
and yet another,
till the dove returned no more—
and then he knew
the waters were assuaged.
Do we, when
searching for the peace
of understanding grace—
that confidence
which knows no trace
of fear or doubt—
wait patiently
"yet other seven days,"
and yet another,
for dwelling in that secret place
where faith may rest?
Nay, and "yet other seven"
may we wait
as oft as grace we need.
Then knowing that
the floods of waters have receded—
the enticing arguments
of the evil one, boastful,
arrogant, deceiving—
this knowing opens wide the door of thought,
and lo, the prism's glow
of promised light
visible to human sight
shines softly against the cloud.
When presently we realize
the cloud is there no more,
but in its Place—
just light —
the truth of understanding grace!
