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<p>New page: {{info}}Old Noah stroked his beard and sat&lt;br&gt;Among his sons like stone. &quot;What&#39;s that?&quot;&lt;br&gt;They asked. &quot;There in your lap, the bark.&quot;&lt;br&gt;But Noah let the evening dark&lt;br&gt;Grow thick before ...</p> <p><b>New page</b></p><div>{{info}}Old Noah stroked his beard and sat&lt;br&gt;Among his sons like stone. &quot;What's that?&quot;&lt;br&gt;They asked. &quot;There in your lap, the bark.&quot;&lt;br&gt;But Noah let the evening dark&lt;br&gt;Grow thick before he said a word.&amp;nbsp;<br /> <br /> &quot;How can I speak what I have heard!&quot;&lt;br&gt;He thought, and looked at Ham and Shem&lt;br&gt;And Japheth. How he cherished them!&lt;br&gt;&quot;Will they believe? Or will they say&lt;br&gt;That I am old and speak the way&lt;br&gt;My father, Lamech, did before&lt;br&gt;He died. I pray they not ignore&lt;br&gt;Their aged father now, for I&lt;br&gt;Speak words by which they live or die.&quot; <br /> <br /> Then softly in the dark, &quot;An ark,&quot;&lt;br&gt;He said, &quot;I've drawn it on the bark,&lt;br&gt;One hundred fifty paces long&lt;br&gt;And fifty cubits wide, built strong&lt;br&gt;With gopher wood, and over all&lt;br&gt;The pitch, and thirty cubits tall.&quot;&lt;br&gt;He paused as tears rolled down his beard,&lt;br&gt;&quot;It is, my sons, as I have feared:&lt;br&gt;The patience of Almighty God&lt;br&gt;Is ended, and the awful rod&lt;br&gt;Will break itself in wrath across&lt;br&gt;Our land. O my sons, the loss!&lt;br&gt;The loss that comes with unbelief!&lt;br&gt;Doubt not, my sons. Your father's grief&lt;br&gt;Is deep as Sheol for the land&lt;br&gt;And people like the ocean sand.&quot;&lt;br&gt;He broke off, weeping at the thought. <br /> <br /> He did not shed his tears for naught&lt;br&gt;Because: where arguments may fail&lt;br&gt;To win, the tears of love prevail.&lt;br&gt;Shem, Ham and Japheth had been stirred,&lt;br&gt;And all three sons believed his word. <br /> <br /> The building . . . then the endless rain:&lt;br&gt;Relentless, raging tears, to drain&lt;br&gt;The eyes of heaven's justice dry.&lt;br&gt;And then the smile of cloudless sky.&lt;br&gt;The sudden thud of Ararat&lt;br&gt;And eight thin voices shout, &quot;What's that?&quot;&lt;br&gt;A circling dove returns no more,&lt;br&gt;And Noah passes through the door&lt;br&gt;Into a silent, lifeless world&lt;br&gt;Where wrath had done its work and swirled&lt;br&gt;Its victims to the distant sea.&lt;br&gt;Now, father Noah, what will be? <br /> <br /> Then slowly with arthritic hands&lt;br&gt;The old man gathers stone and stands&lt;br&gt;The heavy pieces face to face,&lt;br&gt;And trembling builds a holy place,&lt;br&gt;And offers sheep and pigeons there&lt;br&gt;To worship God with fire and prayer. <br /> <br /> O God of fresh beginnings, take&lt;br&gt;Our Christmas worship for your sake,&lt;br&gt;And make our hearts a holy pyre&lt;br&gt;And Noah's hope the kindling fire. <br /> <br /> Let us begin where he's begun&lt;br&gt;And light our advent candle one.</div>

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