With every collision of hammer with wood, Noah with moistened skin continued his work. The boy with mind sprinkled with seeds to be grown to oaks watered with love from above and trees of fruit ripened by the light of hope given by those words, arose from his slumber under the shaded tree hued in leaves of red and began to labor with each strike of stone forming an arch and a man, he himself.
His arms and legs thickened by hour and his hair lengthened by day, his wisdom surpassing those of his brothers’ and his stature reaching that of those wise yet filled with youth. Side by side, he and his father converted nature into salvation, the arch made of their labors to the obedience that shall bring blessings to earth, its future his children.
The animals, with the voice of elephants, the cadence of tigers, the roar of lions, the speed of horse, the flight of eagles, the elegance of giraffe, came as one towards the vessel of salvation, the arch of their labors. The noise of their approach was heard by all creation, the voice of the life that God had made coming to rest in the arch that shall save the earth.