Ah, thou pristine globe,


from thy Creator’s hand;


within the waters

of thy firmament land.

Pure and warm,

the very essence

of exquisite beauty.

“It is good,”

proclaimed He then,

though not His last words to thee.

Would thy newborn

innocence remain –


’tis lost, e’en worse –

thou cursed!

And thou, what hast thou done,

but sheltered, fed, and nursed

the wicked ones!

Yet – thou art promised new!


with cataclysmic dearth;

thy baptism is un-


upon the earth!

Noah and his sons beheld

this picture of the seal.

What will we see

when we observe

the coming of the real?

– Connie .L. Meyer