He must begin

To overcome

the inertia of the world

he had to ignore reason

and seize the day.

He must pick up

the hammer and chisel

the saw and the drill

he must begin.

he must forget

the ache in his side

his doubts

his fears

the future

the future is always

self defeating

if he sat in the house

and thought about it

he could come up

with a dozen reasons

for doing nothing

for waiting for a better day

waiting for his mood

to change

waiting for his doubts

to disappear

No, the only way

he could go on

was by grasping

the tools at hand

ignoring reason

and begin the Ark...

he could not wait

for a sunny day

the clouds were gathering

and it was beginning to rain.

Donald Waldemer

 This poem spoke to me on so many levels -

and to be sure, 

it's not just about Noah!

The future can seem so foreboding, 

the task too large 

and our tools too inadequate;

but we've begun

and we must persist.

The stakes are too high...

it's been raining for months.