wordsout by godfrey rust
The sailing of the ark  < 16 of 45


Nearly two hundred million years ago
a megalosaurus waded in the swamps

of Hammersmith, its tiny brain
untroubled by thoughts of God, who no doubt looked

as lovingly upon him as later
with tenderness he would watch over simple,

savage men at Easter Island or Stonehenge, their
     short lives
broken on the megaliths of their deeply held

for them it was not the kairos, the right time,
and no doubt they will be judged by their lights

in the folly of their generations
by this curious, demanding, secret God

who gazes down from somewhere as his universe
expands hopefully to meet him.

Easter Island Home of hundreds of ancient stone statues.

kairos New Testament Greek for “the right time” or “the appointed time”.