Noach

 בס״ד

Noach*

Fifteen cubits above the mountains,

Rose the waters and the rain,

Fifteen higher rose the Taiva,

Upon that boundless main.

The water covered everything,

With waves and foam and salt,

But HaShem was not yet ready,

To call this to a halt.

It would be quite a while,

Before the peaks would reappear,

40 days and nights to cover them,

To recede, more than a year.

Perhaps HaShem was waiting,

For Noach’s tefillah to burst out,

But this wasn’t in his nature,

It’s not what he was about.

Then when the earth was dry he thought,

“My job is done, I think”,

 And dazed he gazed from Ararat,

And poured himself a drink.

                                       * to the tempo of Casey at the Bat, by Ernest Thayer