Creation

By Irony Illuminator

“It’s so still and dark, Father.”

“Yes, my Son. And now the time has come. The time has come to create, to bring my Plan into existence.”

And then, all of a sudden, in the midst of the darkness, a light begins to grow. It becomes brighter, blooming slowly like a flower, awakening like a young child. The light overwhelms the darkness, blotting it out. And there is only light, for there nothing but light.

“This light is symbolic, my Son. It represents how it shall be in this world. Whenever the Light comes, Darkness shall flee from it.”

Immediately following these words, a pool of liquid forms, rippling and moving as though an unfelt wind is caressing it. Water.

A soft color of blue appears behind the light that drove away the darkness. Sky.

“I have divided the Heavens from the waters, the sky from the waters. And they shall be separate.”

Out of the water emerges the dry firmness of a solid object, which rises above the waters in small hills, plateaus, and mountainous heights. Land.

And then, among the dustiness and brown of the land, color blooms. Tender blades of grass spring up from the ground. Trees grow tall, their trunks draped in moss that is a brilliant green against the grays and browns. Far beneath the branches of the trees appear flowers, stretching and reaching for solitary rays of sun. Their vibrant colors paint beautiful pictures: deep reds, pale pinks, sunny yellows, alluring blues and violets, and the ever-present tranquility of the green leaves.

“This is an expression of the life that I give, the beauty and vibrancy that ensues. That which is dull and simple becomes elegant, inspiring, and alive.”

He holds out a hand, palm up, and the light that fills the sky is drawn to it. It becomes a glowing sphere in His hand, brilliantly golden. And when all the light has been absorbed into the sphere, He places the golden sphere in the sky. He also takes a smaller portion of the light and it becomes a small sphere of milky-white hue, which He also places in the sky. He blows on His hands and the sparkling dust of the light flies into the sky, shining as stars.

“These lands and these seas are empty now, but I shall fill them. I will give them meaning and purposeful existence. I will give them a part of Myself.”

Far below, in the depths of the waters, something stirs, rising to the surface, swimming to the top. Up from the waves it leaps in a splendor of glittering drops of water. It is an enormous creature, its back slick and shining. It dives back into the water, leaving behind the earth-shaking echoes of its lonely cry. But it’s not alone anymore. The waters of this new world are suddenly teeming with other creatures, all shapes and sizes, all species and kinds. And it is not just the waters that are filled. The sky above the seas becomes dark with more creatures, these who soar through the air, feathers ruffling on their backs in many colors. Fish and Birds.

The land is empty, its lush green forests silent and its meadows and hills still. And then, they come, creatures of every size and shape, who walk on legs, or crawl on the ground, or slither through the grass. Great shaggy beasts with golden manes stand still and roar ferociously. Lumbering gray creatures with long trunks and short tails seem to shake the foundations of the earth as they wander. And amidst the tall creatures and the enormous creatures, there is the delicacy of a spider’s web, resting between two slender branches. The transparent threads glitter with tiny drops of dew, shining like diamonds, and the spider itself rests from its labors, perched in the center of its silver kingdom.

“All this I have made, yet it is not completed. Come, let Us make man in Our image, that he may inhabit the earth and dwell in it.”

He appears in the midst of the beauty He has created, and the creatures He has made stop and stare at Him.

He dips His hands in the brown clay at His feet and begins molding it. And when he has finished, He steps back and studies it. It stands there, a sculpture of clay, unmoving, not alive.

He leans closer to it and blows. It is a mere sigh, a soft, gentle breath. Yet from that one breath comes the most amazing thing.

Life.

The figure of clay shudders slightly and opens its eyes. Man.

“This is all I have made and behold, it is good.” And so He rested.

The garden is still and tranquil. Everything seems to be resting peacefully.

Amidst the tranquility and peace, he walks, looking at what has been created, the beauty and imagination of it all. He sees his Father strolling in the garden with the man that was created.

“It is for this that I will make the greatest sacrifice. It is for this world that I will become a child, born into an existence of pain. It is for the people that will be that I will teach the way to Heaven, the way to my Father. It is for the salvation of Creation that I will give my own life, the sacrifice of a pure, white, spotless lamb.”

He looks at it all and gives the softest of sighs. “For this I will die…”