RE-CREATION
His look was nondescript, neither a man nor a boy, and if one viewed him up close, you could not 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, and 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 up, a lack of conscience preventing him from caring whether or not the 'god-damned fool" was injured or not. Mumbling to no one in particular, he 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 before him his vision witnessed 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 standing; the world must have ended and he realized that he was most likely dead. Several yards away he noticed an old church (must be a vision) and next found himself enveloped within it's illusionary walls. He stumbled into the nearest pew and picked up a bible only to find it's pages 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 my pen and you can use the blank pages of that old bible there to write it down in. 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 the not-so-beautiful and believing that they were all the same. Observing the filtering sun hiding amongst leaves and 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 seeds of hope where children and the generations to follow would have a place to play; of days at the sea shore where one could find peace and harmony from the tides of life that tempt to create storms within one's soul.
His final dream was filled with music and took place in the 'sixties', one of the most happiest and memorable and peaceful times of his life. It was a time that identified the essence of his soul and put a voice to the feelings he had began to develop towards humankind. It was a time that helped him to mistrust materialism, despise racism, decry the classification of the classes, respect the environment, honor equality in all forms, strengthen his empathy, develop an honest work ethic, to love nature, hate hurt, respect mankind, hate war, strive for non-violence, share in people's pain, trust more and distrust less ... to honor LOVE and PEACE.
He woke up and realized he wanted nothing to change. So, as God, he shouted, "Let It Be"!