Extinguishing the World
There is a beautiful woman with a burn on her forehead where God kissed her. There is a small cut at her wrist and blood drips out. Each drop becomes a world. In the worlds there are very good and beautiful creatures and there are very ugly and terrible creatures and they grow and they fight and in some worlds the good prevails and in some the bad prevails; but in the majority of them it is the bad. The woman’s mouth is open in horror as she looks on them. She has a rebellious son and daughter who stand with arms crossed and back turned and will not look at the hundreds of terrible worlds before them, and their mother begs them to see, to remember, not to ignore, to do what they can. But when finally they do, their hearts are softened, and they weep for the worlds; and each tear extinguishes a world. The dead worlds turn into seeds and a garden grows up, and some worlds become sweet-smelling flowers, some become good vegetables, some become strong and mighty trees, some become graceful grasses. And the garden glorifies God where the creatures would not, and there is peace.
February 11th, 2007 at 7:56 am
Reminds me of Till We Have Faces, using the form of mythology in a fictional story to share important truths for those willing to look hard enough. Welcome back.