by Michael Plante

I sat next to the Creator upon a blue stone
watching him dot the night sky with stars.
Humming a song and contemplating before each star was created.
I started to get the feeling that nothing was random with the Creator;
that every action was well thought out.
My presence upon the blue stone was his request
although at the time I thought different.

I had 10 years experience in this existence.
To my parents I was a child;
yet to the Creator I was more advanced.
My intuition was far greater than most.
I always felt that it was an connection to an infinite mind.
A gift from the Creator himself.

Sitting on the shoulder of the Creator was a crow
who too watched as the Creator dotted the blackness.
From time to time the crow cawed as if to say, “put that one over there,”
for after each caw the Creator responded.
My intuition told me the two had a special relationship.
One to which I was not privy.

The Creator took a deep breathe and exhaled.
Then told me a tale of wisdom’s design.

I shall tell you a story from long ago
when we were all young and new to this place.
Far less light existed back then
and the void was much larger than today.

There was a blue planet that circled a star
that aimlessly traveled around the void.
I set it in motion with the tap of my finger
and off it went to find itself.

Through the vastness it traveled
observing the stars
growing within its own existence
never dreaming of better times.

People used their voices to sing in harmony.
Songs of praise to the new world
reached out towards the star that held the planet in place
and touched the soul of each other.

Embracing the love felt from within
these children of the blue thrived in this world
enhancing its beauty
while sustaining its life.

Harmony is a balance of love and respect
when both are present in one’s life
the spirits of the land will guide them accordingly
when one is missing, the scale is unbalanced, and strife is born.

This is what happened to the souls of the blue planet.
for the morning of reckoning was established when self-interest was created.
The hand of time brings true their fate
will it be destruction or rebirth of harmony?

Some call it separation
others call it a divide.
When a spirit is severed from its host
it becomes exposed to infection.

Light becomes dark
dark becomes light.
Conflict arrives and the soul becomes blind.
It is a spiritual sickness.

I asked the Creator,
“You are the Creator; can’t you fix it?
Bring harmony back to the children.
Enrich their spirit and hear them sing again?”

The Creator smiled solemnly
when I set the blue planet in motion
it was to find itself
even if that means finding its own destruction.
For even I do not interfere with self-will.

If an infant learns to walk
then falls and hurts themselves
do I take gravity away?
No, the infant must learn not to fall
as these children must learn how to love again.

The crow cawed and the Creator placed another star upon the blackness.
“I will call this star hope, he said.
Then thanked the crow for his input.
“It will inspire those seeking to balance the scales of harmony.”

I closed my eyes and dreamed of a place
unlike any place I’ve seen.
Open fields of tall grass leading down to a cascading waterfall
where many people were rejoicing in the afternoon sun;
children running freely like the westerly winds;
laughing at nothing and laughing at everything.

And on the cusp of the horizon
far from everything
an old tree stood in watch.
Upon its branch,
the only branch
was the old crow
watching.

Image: Black Crow from iStock