Feather us like doves
to bring many branches of hope.
You set a rainbow in the sky
promising not to destroy the earth,
but we humans
promised no such thing,
rather this and disasters yet to come,
sad fruit of climate broken.
We read the story of Noah’s journey.
It is not for children,
and it is not about kangaroos.
Bless us now, in our late and desperate
building of arks.