Author: Stories-have-souls PM
This is one of my favourites to date. It's exploring what God might think, seeing what damage His stewards have wrought open this world.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 589 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 03-30-06 - id: 2143201
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Note: I don't believe in the creation story literally. Only that it was God's influence that created this wonderful world.
I saw a planet of fire and rock;
I saw promise.
I summoned my power and lo!
There was light and darkness.
Beneath the sun and the moon I toiled,
Till the fruits of my labour were there for all to see.
Sky, water and land;
My creations became one with these.
A haven of creatures beyond imagination,
Each one precious and equal.
The oceans were sapphire;
The lands were emerald
And I watched with swelling pride
As my creations lived
Love and joy.
So did the lives of my creations.
But life strives onward,
Never faltering in its glory.
When you hold a leaf high
And drop it
Does it fall down straight?
It spirals, it flies, it dances
All the way to the ground,
Regardless of direction
Yet bent on its path.
And that is so with my creations.
I merely watched the world in its
Ever-changing myriad of life.
I could glance at a creature,
And the next moment it had altered its
Shape or size.
Even the harshest places my imagination
Could not defeat the burning
Spirit of life.
The deepest abysses beneath the oceans
And the tallest snow-crowned peaks of mountains
Were no match for Life.
As time swept by
And the souls of earth's creatures came to
Rest in my loving arms,
I watched my master creation unfurl.
They were to be the protectors, the stewards
Of the earth,
Their minds filled with my divine command.
I imbued them with qualities that preceded all others
Yet would allow them to remain equal
With all other Life.
The years drifted like the rivers,
Bearing in them like stones
The achievements and aspirations
Of Earth's stewards.
With their quick wit
And crafting perception
Their success swelled,
As did my heart with love.
Their eyes reached out towards the sky
And they learnt in themselves of me.
But then, my brows furrowed.
For these creatures forgot what I had asked of them;
In giving them free will,
I had sacrificed the promise of their husbandry.
I was forced to watch in disillusion
As their fevered hands plundered
The beauties of the world.
Those emerald forests
Whose thousands of years of existence
Had been spent carefully tending themselves
Green boiled to brown
As the metal minds of Man hacked away at them.
The multitudes of life that Man shared the land with
The spear and the arrow and the sword, and later the bullet
Beat Man's equals into fearful living.
As if great intelligence had spread a black veil
Over their eyes,
Man became blinded by ignorance,
Their sharp gazes seeing evil wherever difference lay.
The descendants of my creations
While Man spread like a disease.
No place was safe from its encroachment,
Nor the poison it brought.
Though I saw some who
Strived to turn back to the
Path they were born on,
They were mere glimmers of light
In an infinity of blackness.
Corruption took Man,
Heaving breaths of evil across the world.
The flame of Life guttered.
Now, I wait and watch,
Hoping, praying even to myself
That Man will burn away the corruption
That glazes on it like ice.
For if my failed Stewards
Will the flame of life again rear high,
Or will it finally fall and die?