The Test
Asked my impression of the Rose,
I gave a short reply: "A gift of GOD as one must know -- a beauty true and tried." Of what I thought the Sun to be, and were it hot or cold: "To please ourselves in its embrace, if I may be so bold, I think it must, as GOD did will, be hot unto its core. And so to answer simply, Sir, I must believe it's warm." My Tester smiled in impish glee and said to me, "Well done." The smile had barely touched my lips when he said, "One more, son." Cautiously I waited for his Question yet again. I trembled there before him, for the Question to begin. A darker grin replaced the IMP. It chilled me to the bone. I thought had he stared harder that I might turn to stone. "About the GOD you spoke before, I wonder what you think." And with that, he tipped his hat, and smiled at me, and winked. |
I placed my chin into my hand,
pondering as he watched. And breaking from my swirling thoughts, I rose and told him, "Stop!" "I know now what it is you seek." He arched his brow and smirked. "I AM the GOD," I said to him. "This reality's MY work." He rose and screeched, "This cannot be! I can't believe you know!" I said, "It's taken many years. I've lived and loved and grown." And then he laughed most merrily and said, "You speak the Truth." Create your world around you, child, and watch what you can do." With that, he snapped his fingers, vanishing from sight. I looked around in search of him but found myself alone that night. And I collapsed where I had stood, and held my world in awe. I tossed back my head and laughed, reached out, and grabbed a star. |