Just imagine the scene. Shocked faces, but frighteningly too real and defying of any sense of reality, so terrible are they. Awful portrayals of the misadventures of His Creations as they wallow in the very messes they have engendered and the pain and tragedy resultant. The Good Lord had decided to take a deeper, longer look at the situation below, despite His chief Angels advising Him otherwise. They tried to dissuade him, thinking that He would be greatly grieved at the sights below, but all to no avail. The Good Lord does as He wishes. Always.
The clouds parted, revealing the entire panorama of the horrific scenes round the world, the self-destructive behavior of those He had created and given the largesse of a world laid out before them, to live upon, to prosper, to always strive for the better, with compassion and wisdom. To use their minds and souls to choose their leaders wisely. Leaders who cared for the people, who set the right example, who inspired them to give of themselves, to share with all, and always keep in mind the gifts humanity had been given, to use them properly. To always remember and be grateful for those gifts from the most powerful Being - the Lord Himself.
He winced time and time again as He scanned the scenes of the world below. He lowered the volume of the cacophony emanating for below. Rockets and missiles exploding. Drones letting loose their deadly burdens. The screams of the wounded. The weeping of the bereaved. The Good Lord himself had trouble digesting what he saw before His eyes.
Groups of humans waging war against others, fellow human beings. Fighting for so long that the initial cause was long forgotten. The soldiers and civilians who found themselves in the midst of this violence simply plodded on, shouldering weapons. Placed in these awful situations by their poorly chosen and enabled leaders. Death. And blood. And grief. And the tears of the Lord flowed in unending streams of grief.
What had His creations allowed? How and why had they so desecrated His gift to them? The world they were gifted had treasures galore, enough to feed and shelter an entire world living as they should. With time and ability to take that gift to higher levels, to unearth the hidden treasures left there for them by their Lord and Master.
But they had used those gifts the wrong way and hence the scenes unfolding below. They had failed and fallen to the lowest depth possible and even beyond as they remained insistent upon maintaining that lifestyle so intertwined with death, with the havoc and tragedies of war, the useless violence which served no one other than the cruel, the selfish, the greedy.
Those who walked upon the earth unseeing of monstrous scenes. Deaf to the screams. Impervious to the tears. Uncaring about the despair. Compatibility and compassion. Partnership. Positive synergy. All glaring in their absence. Their avatars thrust to the side of the road. Trampled upon and over. And this once blessed world became a place of agony and sorrow. Always waging war in its many manifestations against all the "others". Who were actually their brothers and sisters.
Now the Angels had a most difficult task. To convince the Good Lord that it was not a good idea to give up on these creations. They had much potential within them. They merely had to dig deeper. Harder. Force their way through up and over the blockades before them. They could indeed do so if they wished. The Lord and His Angels sat at a heavenly table to redraw humanity and its future. To discuss strategies to be used to lure them back to the positive, the good, the fair, the righteous. The true path for humanity.
Will they be successful? Will they try and then finally give up? Defeated by the intransigence of these humans?
We have already wasted so many opportunities to turn this show around. To reverse. To U turn. And come back to that which had been laid out before us. All that we had spurned and misused.
In our yesterdays we failed.
In our todays we continue to fail.
And those tomorrows rapidly approaching portend only darkness as the screams of pain and grief grow ever louder, ever closer.
This is upon us, folks.
Only and always on us.
When, if ever will we understand that?
It is not for the Good Lord to rescue us. He has so many more demands upon Him. We have been given, blessed, with all that we need to do what is right. To depart from the ways of anger and violence. To expel the worst of humanity, out of the camp of those wishing to return to where we were meant to be.
Upon us to do.
Upon us to return.
Upon us to resee that with which we have been gifted.
Only and always on us.
May it please the Lord Almighty to hear and heed the voices of His creations who wish to return, to do what is right and proper, to shun the hate and the violence of our societies today.
Please, Lord. There are so may who wish to see a better world.
Help us to seek and find the path, to use Your gifts properly, and return to a better, fairer, joyous and beneficial world. To live within Your gift to us as we were meant to do.
Please.