"Come into the ark," decreed the inward voice,
And Noah made irrevocable choice
Between the crumbling earth and swelling sea,
A sodden grave and immortality.
The ark of Noah floated upon the wave—
And always the hand of God was near to save.
Even as Noah took his two and two—
Completeness—into the ark, so I must do.
Into the ark of Truth I take my world
And fold each loved one close, as petals furled;
Into the ark of Life, where all are safe,
Into the ark of Love—and never a waif,
Never a child of God is left outside.
Only the flotsam tangles the yellow tide.
The flood shall bear me up, and though it rise
High as the highest peak, high as the skies,
The ark shall ride upon, not through, the wave—
And always the hand of God is near to save.
