RE-CREATION

His look was nondescript and if one viewed him up close, you’d be hard pressed to give a verbal account to describe his complexion by any known crayon or paint color or any shade in between - he appeared colorless. His face was expressionless as he stepped off the cracked curb at the corner of an intersection. At first he was unaware that the roaring truck, which had appeared out of nowhere, had brushed against his rumbled and indistinct clothing.

“Hey, you God-damned fool, watch where you’re going,” the driver of the truck yelled as he sped away. A lack of conscience prevented him from caring whether or not the ‘God-damned fool’ was injured or not.

Mumbling to no one in particular, the old man picked himself up from the deserted street and heard words coming out of his mouth that he had no control over. “Well, I ain’t no damn fool so I must be God.” A still noise filled his head and in his peripheral vision he observed a black hole that sucked the world down into it in less than a millisecond. There was no ground beneath him and he was puzzled by the fact that he was still standing; the world must have ended and he determined that he was most likely dead. Several yards away he noticed an old church (must be a vision) and next found himself enveloped within its illusionary walls. He stumbled into the nearest pew and picked up a bible, only to find that its pages were blank. He heard a voice above him and knew he was suffering from shock and auditory hallucinations as he heard (or thought he heard) the voice of God. “You have been chosen to rewrite the creation of the world. I’ll lend you a pen and you can use the blank pages of that old bible there to write it down. You only have seven days so don’t waste any time.” The former God vanished.

“So, now I am the new God and can create anything I want,” he said out loud. But, he had a major problem. He couldn’t write and could barely read. But then he realized that since he was God there was no need for those skills. He could dream up anything he wanted and all of his dreams would come true.

He fell into a deep sleep and immediately began to dream. He dreamed of his baby’s first smile; of playing in snow drifts amid whirlpools of falling snow; of listening to the laughter and songs of the wind that only birds could hear and understand; of looking at the poor and the rich and the beautiful and not-so-beautiful and believing that they were all the same. He dreamed of the filtering sun hiding amongst leaves and of stillborn grass; of places where wealth is measured by the melody of a songbird whose gentle tune asks us to respect the earth; of stars that beckon one to the woods where you could plant the seeds of hope where children and generations to follow would have a place to play; of days at the seashore where one could find peace and harmony from the tides of life that tempt to create storms within one’s soul. (page 1.)