Noah got a message. The flood was over. He held the leaf in his hand experiencing grace. The old world was gone. Vanished. Buried. Forgotten. He would now be allowed to start a new world. A better one. Families teaching love. A race respecting all creation. Kings and Queens ready to bow down in front of the divine nature of everything. Noah did the best he could. His children did the best they could. And now some of his descendants keep building Noah’s world and some live in fear bulding just another one of his ships. Is that the best we can do? 🙏🏼 Raphael
