In The Epic of Noah: In His Own Words, the story of the Great Flood is reimagined through the eyes of Noah himself. This is a powerful, intimate journey into the heart and mind of a man faced with a divine command that will change the course of history.

Noah is not just a figure of legend—he is a father, a husband, and an ordinary man thrust into an extraordinary mission. From his early life and the moment he first hears God’s call, to his struggle with the daunting responsibility of building an ark and saving life from impending destruction, Noah’s story unfolds with raw emotion and depth. As he grapples with doubt, disbelief, and the isolation that comes with being chosen to fulfill such a monumental task, readers are taken on a journey that is as much about spiritual transformation as it is about survival.

This retelling takes you beyond the floodwaters and into Noah’s soul. Through the building of the ark, the mockery of those who refuse to believe, the emotional toll of the flood itself, and the quiet moments of reflection during the long wait on the ark, Noah’s faith is tested and refined. With each challenge, Noah wrestles not only with his own understanding of God’s plan but with his responsibility as a father, husband, and leader in a world on the brink of devastation.

The Epic of Noah is more than a retelling of an ancient story—it is a meditation on faith, obedience, hope, and renewal. It is a tale of survival, not just of the body, but of the spirit. A meditation on how faith can be both a burden and a blessing, and how, even in the most hopeless of times, there is always the possibility of redemption.

A fresh and powerful look at one of the most iconic figures in history, The Epic of Noah invites readers to walk alongside a man who, in the face of overwhelming odds, chooses to trust in something greater than himself—and in doing so, changes the course of human history forever.

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The Call of the Ark

In days long past, where hills and rivers wind,
I walked a humble path with heart aligned.
A child beneath the stars, so wide and bright,
I marveled at the dawn, the fall of night.
The earth, with all its bounty, called to me,
And whispered secrets hidden in the trees.
Yet though I knew the beauty of the land,
I felt a stirring deep, I could not understand.

My father taught me well the ways of light,
To live with honor, truth, and heart upright.
He spoke of God, of ways both just and kind,
And in my soul, such teachings filled my mind.
I walked the earth with reverence for all,
With simple faith, no thought too great, too small.
But as the years did pass and seasons turned,
I saw the wickedness, how hearts had burned.

For men had turned away from Heaven’s light,
Their hearts grew dark, consumed by endless might.
And I, though righteous, walked a path alone,
The cries of others echoing in tone.
I knew the ways of God, the laws divine,
Yet in the world, I saw no peace, no sign
That men would turn, would seek to walk His way,
For sin had crept into their hearts to stay.

It was one night, beneath the sky’s vast dome,
That something stirred within me—deep, unknown.
The air was still, the stars were bright and clear,
When suddenly, a voice I could not hear
Came soft, then roared, as thunder shakes the skies,
And pierced the quiet night with mighty cries.

“Noah, my servant,” came the call, so clear,
“Rise now, and listen—do not doubt, nor fear.
The world below is filled with wicked ways,
And I have watched them squander all their days.
The time has come, the earth must be renewed,
The wickedness of men has all but sued.
But you, my servant, with a heart so pure,
Shall find the way, through trial, to endure.”

I stood there, trembling, heart alive with dread,
Yet something stirred within, a light ahead.
The words were sharp, yet filled with love so deep,
A weightless trust, no need for me to weep.
For in the voice, though laced with wrath and woe,
I knew the truth that only Heaven knows.
A call to justice, mercy intertwined,
And I, with trembling hands, was called to find
A path, a way, a purpose true and clear,
Though all around would tremble, quake in fear.

The world, I knew, was broken, filled with sin,
But God had found me, called me to begin
A journey that would lead me through the storm,
A covenant with Him to keep me warm.
And in that moment, though my soul did quake,
I knew the steps I’d take would not forsake
The purpose given, deep within my heart,
A plan unknown, yet never to depart.

He spoke again: “Noah, build the way,
An ark that will sustain you through the day.
For rain will fall, the flood will sweep the land,
But you shall stand, with all that you command.
Take your family, gather creatures two by two,
And with your hands, I’ll guide you to what’s true.”

The voice then faded, soft as evening’s breeze,
And left me standing there, upon my knees.
I knew the task ahead would not be light,
Yet in my heart, I felt the burning bright
Of trust, of faith, that He would show the way,
Though none would see the dawn of that new day.

What did I know of floods, of rains so deep?
Of waters rising, sweeping land to sleep?
Yet in my soul, I knew the time was nigh,
To build the path beneath a troubled sky.
The world would mock, they’d laugh and scorn my name,
But in my heart, I felt His holy flame.

And so, I stood, a man both strong and weak,
Before the call of God, I dared not speak,
But answered simply, with my soul and might,
“I will obey, through day, through darkest night.”
No more the life I led, nor simple dream,
But I was called to walk a greater stream.

I sought no fame, no honor would I seek,
But in His voice, I found the strength to speak.
For faith, though tested, never would betray,
And in His light, I knew I’d find my way.
The journey would be long, the task immense,
But through His call, I’d find my recompense.

And so the days, they passed, but all was still,
The voice of God still echoed in my will.
The world around, oblivious to me,
Would soon be swept away beneath the sea.
And though I did not know what lay ahead,
I walked with God, and I was truly led.

So I began, with trembling hands and heart,
To heed the call that none could e’er depart.
The ark was not yet built, the task unknown,
But in my soul, I knew I was not lone.
For in that moment, hearing God’s command,
I found my place, and walked with steady hand.

The world has spun its stories, and I—mere dust in the wind—have watched it all unfold.

I walk through days that blend together, indistinct, the hum of the earth beneath my feet a constant echo of something larger, something I cannot yet grasp. There is a weight in the air, a heaviness I cannot name. I feel it in my bones, in the tension between the wind and the trees, the way the river runs—too fast, too slow. It is as though the world itself is holding its breath.

I was born into a life of simple things. My father, a man of gentleness and wisdom, taught me how to walk this earth as though it were a gift. He taught me that faith was the solid ground beneath every step, even when the world seemed indifferent. I believed him. I believed in the stillness of the earth, the clarity of the stars, the soft rhythm of seasons turning. The earth did not ask much of me. It simply asked that I walk with care, with reverence. But I have learned, with time, that the earth does not wait forever for you to listen.

When I was younger, the world seemed open, as if all things were within reach. I thought I understood it—thought I could read it, like a book or a map. But the world, with its heavy pull, has a way of making you doubt your own understanding. And now, in these late hours, when the sun drops below the hills and the shadows stretch long, I wonder if I ever truly knew anything at all.

The people around me—they walk with such urgency, with such deafness. They turn their faces to the sun but do not see it. They see the earth beneath their feet, yet ignore the ground they tread upon. It is as if they are all running toward something they do not understand. And I, I am standing still. I hear them laughing, I see them playing, and it stirs something in me, a quiet anger, a sorrow I cannot explain. They live as though the earth will hold them forever, as though the sun will always rise and the rain will always fall.

They do not hear the world as I hear it. The world that groans beneath the weight of its own history. The world that is tired of its own forgetting.

And then came the voice.

It was not a voice I expected. I was not praying, nor seeking, nor wandering the hills in search of answers. It came in the stillness, in the moments when I was alone with the earth, the air, the weight of time. One evening, as the stars blinked quietly overhead, I heard it—soft at first, a whisper caught between the cracks of the world. And then it grew, until it was undeniable. A call that rang through the air like thunder, yet it did not shake the earth beneath my feet. No, it was a call that shook me.

It was God. I do not doubt this. He spoke my name. He called me, as though I were the last man standing in a world that had forgotten its purpose. And He told me, with a kind of gentle finality, that the earth was broken, that the people had forsaken the path, that the end was coming. There would be a flood. The waters would rise, and the earth would be cleansed. And I—I—was to be the one to carry the seed of life forward.

His words were not full of wrath, but of sorrow. And yet, beneath the sorrow, there was something I had never felt before. There was an assurance, a calm that filled my chest and spread through my limbs. I do not know how to explain it. Perhaps it was faith, though I did not understand it then, and even now, it eludes me. Perhaps it was trust.

I was not afraid. Not at first. How could I be? I had never heard a voice like this before. It was as if the earth itself had spoken to me, as if everything that had come before—the days, the nights, the seasons—had been waiting for this moment. The flood was coming, yes. But something else was coming with it. Something new. And I was to be part of it. The thought filled me, not with fear, but with an overwhelming need to do what was asked of me.

“Build an ark,” He told me. “Gather your family, take two of every kind of creature, and save them. For the flood will come, and you must carry them to safety.”

How strange the words sounded in my ears. Ark. Flood. Safety.

But what else was there to do but obey? The call was clear, though I could not yet see the shape of the thing I was being asked to create. It was not the ark I feared. No, it was not the ark that terrified me. It was the people. It was the world that I knew. How could they ignore the call that I had heard? How could they continue with their lives as though nothing was coming? The world was blind. The world was deaf. I was not blind. I was not deaf. But what could one man do in the face of such a blindness?

I am only one man. I have no great strength, no power beyond what God has given me. But I have my hands, and I will use them. I will build the ark. I will do what is asked of me, though the world around me laughs. I know they will laugh. I know they will mock me for this. But I will not turn back.

The weight of the task is beginning to settle on me, but it is not a burden I cannot bear. It is a weight, yes, but it is also a purpose, and I am beginning to feel that purpose deep in my bones. I have heard the voice, and it has stirred something in me that I cannot ignore. It has changed me, though I cannot yet explain how. I feel it in the way my hands shake when I think of the ark, in the way my heart beats faster when I think of what is to come. There is something greater than the flood that calls to me. There is something beyond the waters, beyond the end of everything I have known.

And so I will build. I will gather. I will wait. And when the time comes, I will stand with my family, and we will be saved. Not because we are worthy, not because we deserve it. But because we have heard the call, and we have answered it.

I do not know how this will end. I do not know if the world will hear or if they will continue to ignore the signs. But I do know this: God has spoken to me, and I will not be silent. I will build the ark, and I will wait for the flood. I will stand firm in my faith, even when the earth shakes beneath me. I will stand firm, because I know, deep in my heart, that this is the path I must walk.

And so, with trembling hands, I begin.