Those Who Are Choosen – Terra

hubblehelter skelter   

litter lining notes

purposeless

scattered noise

 

voices echoed

gathered gems strung

together

harmony

 

until Conductor lifts hands…

cascading coloratura shading,

adagio building

to allegro

 

Melodious movements

uniting symphonic patterns

creation merging

into terra firma. 

 

Terra had been here long before the people or the animals or even before the single-cell amoeba that would eventually float beneath a moon-lit, akianestarry sky.  Thus a habitat was designed.  Separated from the water, the land, with all its cracks, crevices, up-lifted, jagged tips and rich treasures, waited and thrummed with the ancient harmonies that had created it.  It remembered, deep within its eternal matter, the first day when a ball of fire had risen over the horizon, warming its crust and drying the edges that were soon lapped by water’s sweet kiss; for what is one without the other?  Together, they formed Terra, a small body floating within the Hand of the universe.  Terra trembled and rejoiced at the life that filled her small body.

And Goodness reigned.

Notes tumbled over the surface and soon fields of sweet smelling mosses and grasses bloomed upon her surface.  The land shook with pleasure as repeated chords spread, settling their roots deep into her uncultivated soil.  Mother earth had given birth to first child.  And, as if overnight, taller bushes and trees emerged as well, sinking their deeper roots and binding the heavier vegetation to the land.  Beneath the surface of the water, the unending harmonies continued to swirl.  New life drifted with the currents or planted shallower roots into its loosely packed bottom, a new movement within Creation’s symphony.  Sparkling notes of color splashed across the surface of the land or under the shallow water, and newly formed flowers lifted their heads for the sun’s blessing and mingled their fragrances with all the others that swirled in the dance of creation. Ripeness filled the space, surrounding the land.

And Goodness reigned.

Terra shifted again, shrugging its shoulders within its ever-changing center.  She shivered in anticipation as she felt the Conductor’s hand stir the breezes over her well-formed face.  Small tiny creatures broke the surface of the waters while others crept from beneath the towering trees.  Sniffing the air, sniffing each other, they breathed in the scent of Terra, and imprinted it upon the life that coursed through their newly formed bodies. Terra breathed them in as well.  Another movement in the symphony of life had been completed, and the harmonies rose into the heavens and spread the joy beyond the stars and into the very reaches of its beginnings.  Beneficial changes enriched the land and the water, while ripeness filled the space surrounding the land.

And Goodness reigned.

Routine and peace were established upon the land.  But as in all physical things, adjustments continued to occur.  Stones settled. Laws of gravity pulled.  The land breathed in deeply, spewing liquid to form new domains. Stretching, it settled the rumblings in her belly for a time.  The search_for_truth-300x225water responded as well, reaching high into the sky, to reclaim some of the land and bring new richness to her own life as it cut  new in-roads through brother land’s formations.  Hugging each other, the siblings blended together, finding new harmonies in their changing forms. The symphony continued while Terra vibrated, and the creatures frolicked.  It was a new blessing to all that was upon the land. A beneficial movement that enriched the nubile siblings called land and water, while ripeness filled the space surrounding.

And Goodness reigned.

Time stood still and the land held her collective breath, waiting to see what the melody would bring forth next.  Harmonies took on new power, as the notes deepened.  Terra’s core hummed in resonance to the new movement that covered the whole with its powerful cadences. The water’s harmonics reverberated each note on a higher level.  Taking a little of each, molding small particles of the water and land into a new shape, the Conductor’s voice spoke once again.  The Instruments hushed their sound, and Terra shook with pleasure.  Breathing notes deep into the new shapes, the Conductor and His instruments sang a new note, while Terra and her inhabitants watched the new beings open their eyes for the very first time. But the Conductor was not done.  Sons of Gods could not be alone, so he spoke again.  The instruments rested.  Long of limb and bright of eye, the Sons and Daughters of God, side-by-side, stood, their hands locked together as they absorbed the harmonies deep into themselves and gazed upon their new habitat.

And Goodness reigned.

But some of the instruments stopped their notes.  They looked upon the new beings and shuddered.  They cried dissonant notes upon the land in their anger.  Free will?  Sentient beings?  Eternal life?  Like them?  They threw down their instruments and walked away from the concert.  Chords broke apart as lines were drawn.  Sides chosen.  Rebellious words spoken.   Swords rose.  War waged.  Siblings fought siblings.  Abysses created.  Peace shattered.  Evil emerged.  Terra rocked upon its axis while dissonance resounded against the land’s features.  The water turned dark with dread, rocked back and forth, back and forth, as tears formed white caps upon its crests. The land wept as evil swept across its surface.  Sons of God wept. Sons of Man raised their fists.

And for many, many generations…Goodness did not reign.

 

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But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son,  but only the Father. As it was in the days of Noah, so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man. For in the days before the flood, people were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, up to the day Noah entered the ark;  and they knew nothing about what would happen until the flood came and took  them all away. That is how it will be at the coming of the Son of Man. Two men will be in the field; one will be taken and the other left. Two women will be grinding with a hand mill; one will be taken and the other left.”  Matt 24:36-41

 

[art/pictures:  Akaine via Google images]

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