The Lover

There was a Lover who created a garden.
Perfection displayed in brilliance.
To the trees He said, “Bear fruit of many kinds, for my Bride is coming, and she will need nourished.”
To the ground He said, “Bring forth vegetables to sustain her, and satisfy her hunger.”
To each plant He said, “Bring forth vitality, to protect and heal her sickness and ailment. She will find healing in you when complication may arise, and where I destine that you cannot heal her, I will renew her body.”
Then, He created and brought forth animals to be companion and friend, for cheer and play.
He looked in awe of the splendor of His hands and said, “All is ready, and it is good.”
Finally, crafting with His own hands, He formed the Glory of His Creation, His Bride, to live in the Garden He had prepared.
Together they communed in peace and happiness. The Lover had never been so full of joy….
But soon, the Bride was deceived by a great Enemy and cast out.
The Lover, broken and filled with sorrow watched as His Beloved drifted farther and farther from Him.
To the trees her offspring said, “Your fruit is too sweet and not good for our bodies, we will not consume it.” And they limited their children from it as well.
To the vegetables they said, “You are too high in starches, and the rest of you are meager. We do not wish to consume you, either.”
Turning to the beasts given by the Lover to be companions, they ate of their flesh and drank of their milk, abusing them to satisfy their thirsts and hunger.
When they became sick, and forced sickness on each other, they trampled down the plants the Lover had crafted, and said, “We will grind the rocks instead.” Pulling from mines and refining chemicals, using the waste from different sources-even from the dead, saying “surely these will heal us!” These did not heal their sickness, and made them worse. They dug for more stones and strained through more waste, and more of the dead, to find their cures.

The Lover watched as His Bride trampled down the beauty He had given them, overcome with sorrow and anger. He sent floods to wash out their crops, frost to ruin their trees, fires to burn their vineyards, storms to display His glory – but His Bride made excuses, “It is us, we have done this, our hands are causing this to happen.” Some yet said they themselves had managed to create these disasters to destroy each other.

So few turned to Him, delighting in His gifts.
To those who did He blessed them with health and peace, for they looked to Him and said, “Your Creation is enough for Me, and I will Delight in you, all of my days. I will eat and make use of your Garden. For you created the world in Perfection and I praise you for providing for My needs, and designing them by hand to prepare a place for Us, before you even made us.”

Welcome To Planet Earth

It came upon a midnight clear, one dark and dreary night with no moon.
Nobody had any idea.  They slept soundly in their beds, they drank loudly in their bars.  They fogged windows as heat and passion built in quiet places off backroads.  They screamed and yelled in broken relationships, they hummed lullabies and read stories to young ones while tucking them in.  They blared their televisions or car radios.
All of them were oblivious, they not one of them paid attention.
Off in the distance of a Midwestern horizon, a gentle hum began to break the silence.
Tickled by the lack of attention, the noise made it’s way across the open sky.
Gently pacing the miles, covering the distance in easy time, the Noise began it’s descent over the Texas Plains.
The open wilderness of Texas seemed the perfect place to start fresh.
Nobody would notice, nobody would see, nobody would care.
With smooth strategy, the Noise finally landed.
It was quiet and still for miles.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr a metallic sort of sound resonated, as a door opened washing the field in a rectangular pattern of light.
“Planet Earth.”  The tall mysterious traveler thought aloud, as she stepped softly out of her vessel onto the grassy earth.
The sounds of creatures filled the air like music.  From chirping crickets to the shivering shake of a Rattlesnake tail.
Closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, she listened with overwhelming awe.
Suddenly the stench of cattle came alive in her awareness, as she gagged.
Coughing and sputtering, the traveler looked anxiously about for the first time.
To her disdain, cattle finally began cry out and run, as though awakening from a daze.