There was no ark
to save God's heart
when grief crashed in like a flood.

when
regret raindrops
  became
pain puddles
  that joined up into
remorse rivers
  that pooled into
lament lakes
  that merged into
sorrow seas
  and eventually yielded a
deep blue deluge
  over our terminal condition

No—
there was no ark
to save God's heart
when grief crashed in like a flood:

the grief of knowing
the ark he would send us
required room
for no more than
eight.