Antidiluvian Peace

I remember before the enlightenment
When dark caverns held mysterious secrets
There was a cave in a cliff above a river
Sheltered by towering trees
With leaves so lush
They made the darkness of midnight at noon.

And the old folks would stand before the stone
That stood to the left in the doorway to the cave
Reciting verses from days of yore
And the kinsfolk from all around would gather
Singing praises to the stone
Rains would fall so hard
That we would fear for our very lives.

And we would sleep on the ground
Hearing the ancient river roar
Death and time stood still
Creating the space
For grace to abound.