So G-d Created Man in His Own Image

I wrote this around the time of the revolts in Egypt. I just had the thought that if supposedly G-d created us in His own Image, if He were to look down on us now, what would He be feeling.

Five thousand, seven hundred, and some odd years later, He drew back the silken sheets of His king sized bed and stretched. His tanned arms sagged a little as He lifted them above His head. Sitting up, He placed His feet on the ground and dragged himself over to His dresser mirror, studying His reflection closely. His eyes were sunken; His brow creased with age. The last thing He remembered doing was instilling the Prohibition Act in America. He had resented those Neanderthals taking His wheat and His barley and using the juice to become foolish tubs of lard. Then, satisfied with His decision, He had climbed into bed and taken a quick nap. A tired yawn now escaping from His lips, He checked the calendar on the wall. His eyes widened in horror at the date.

            “February 2, 2011? How long was I asleep?”

            Somewhere in the Midwestern United States, mountains of snowflakes plummeted to the ground. Thunder roared. Fifty miles per hour winds whipped at the windows. Adlai E. Stevenson High School cancelled school for two days in a row.

Glancing out the second story window of His cottage in the clouds, He saw past the cottony vapor and the miles of grey sky, down to the playground of His creation. Pilots in the Middle East crashed their planes into populated buildings, fear and despair growing like toxic flowers out of the rubble. Corrupt leaders in northern Africa refused to step down from their self-created thrones. Suited men in Asia and America hoarded shiny nuclear missiles, powerful enough to explode the Earth three times over with the press of a single red button.  Brightly lit Sony television screens entranced young children worldwide, slowly rotting away their potential with colored lights and saccharine voices.

Cyclones ripped through Australia. Water flooded the streets and tore apart homes. Trees crashed into bedrooms and onto new cars crushing stuffed animals and stereos. Power lines short-circuited. Seasons worth of crops were destroyed.

G-d tore His eyes away from the windowpane, unable to look at His creation any longer. Out of the corner of His eye, He noticed a new wrinkle denting its way into His forehead. He approached the mirror and examined himself once more. His whole body had shriveled, and his shoulders stooped forward as if in protest to the raggedy white hair that rested on them. Darkened age spots covered His hands. A knot grew in his stomach as He stole a glance at the window. He heaved a long sigh, shifting His gaze to the four poster bed. When He closed His eyes, far away wisps floated into His conscious. He stood at the foot of the bed silently recalling ninety years’ worth of dreams He had for us all. Pulling back the quilt, He embedded himself between the sheets, succumbing to their warm embrace. His eyelids suddenly felt as though they held the weight of each and every human desire. The room went dark as He felt the last of His strength diminish.

G-d’s eyes closed, just for a moment.  

 

Author's Note

the dash in "G-d" is a Jewish thing... you're not supposed to write it out in print.
Comments and thoughts are welcome from people of all faiths, but due to the religious nature of this piece, I ask you to be respectful to others. All hateful comments will be removed. Otherwise, enjoy!

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