THE FORTY FIRST DAY

From the dark of night and storm filled skies
Comes the dawn and light as we watch the sun arise
With a horizon that water and wave mark the skyline
Be it all the world is now awash with this murky brine
Forty days and forty nights the heavens shed their tears
Forty days and nights we lived with our building fears
But on the forty-first day golden light and skies of blue
Set free our souls as our wishes for an end had come true
Washed away was the ill will of man and the things he might do
And a new path for man to follow was laid in place for review
Never will we need to fear our neighbor or fellow man again
Because cleansed from our heart, mind and souls was all sin
We dare not look back on the life and ways we have left behind
Less we chance it that once again the evil purged comes to mind
Bear

Author's Note

I leave most punctuation to the reader that they can read the poem in their own meter, mood and motility. I thank you for taking the time to read my work.

Reviews

[Zoya]

This is so wonderful to read. Hope this world is purged from the evil existing soon.

[Bear]

Thank you for reviewing my poem, I shall return the read and review favor soon :~)

[Zoya]

It was my pleasure!

[heartspeaks]

Beautiful marvellous and like the smooth waves of sea yet readers can experience the high tides as well....your work really inspires me.

[Bear]

Thank you and you are to kind, I wrote this some time back and it was lost among some paperwork I was just going through. There were a number of poems so I will be going through them and consider posting in the next few days :~)

[heartspeaks]

Will be waiting. ...All the best