Once, long, long ago …yet somehow, not so very long …
When all the animals and rocks and winds and waters and
trees
And birds and fish and all the beings of the world could
speak …and understand one another …
There began …AN ARGUMENT.
It began softly at first …
Quiet as the first breeze that whispered, ‘He is a wind who
is never still.’
Quiet as the stone that answered, ‘He is a great rock that
never moves.’
Gentle as the mountain that rumbled, ‘God is a snowy peak,
high above the clouds.’
And the fish in the ocean that answered, ‘God is a swimmer,
in the dark, blue depths of the sea.’
‘No,’ said the star, ‘God is a twinkling and a shining, far,
far away.’
‘No,’ replied the ant, ‘God is a sound and a smell and a
feeling, who is very, very close.’
‘God,’ said the antelope, ‘is a runner, swift and free, who
loves to leap and race with the wind.’
‘She is a great tree,’ murmured the willow, ‘a part of the
world, always growing and always giving.’
‘You are wrong,’ argued the island, ‘God is separate and
apart.’
‘God is like the shining sun, far above all things,’ said
the blue sky.
‘No, He is a river, who flows through the very heart of
things,’ thundered the waterfall.
‘She is a hunter,’ roared the lion.
‘God is gentle,’ chirped the robin.
‘He is powerful,’ growled the bear.
And the argument grew LOUDER and LOUDER and LOUDER …
Until …
STOP!
A new voice spoke.
It rumbled loudly, like thunder. And it whispered softly,
like butterfly sneezes. The voice seemed to come from … Why it seemed to come
from …Old Turtle!
Now, Old Turtle hardly ever said anything, and certainly
never argued about things like God.
But now Old Turtle began to speak. ‘God is indeed deep,’ she
said to the fish in the sea; ‘and much higher than high,’ She told the
mountains.
‘He is swift and free as the wind, and still and solid as a
great rock,’ She said to the breezes and stones. She is the life of the world,’
Turtle said to the willow. ‘Always close by, yet beyond the farthest twinkling
light,’ She told the ant and the star.
‘God is gentle and powerful. Above all things and within all
things. ‘God is all the we dream of,
And all that we seek,’ said Old Turtle, ‘all that we come
from and all that we can find.’
‘God IS.’
Old Turtle had never said so much before. All the beings of
the world were surprised, and became very quiet. But Old Turtle had one more
thing to say.
‘There will soon be a new family of beings in the world,’
she said, ‘and they will be strange and wonderful. They will be reminders of
all that God is. They will come in many colours and shapes
with different faces and different ways of speaking. Their
thoughts will soar to the stars,
but their feet will walk the earth. They will possess many
powers. They will be strong, yet tender, a message of love from God to the
earth, and a prayer from the earth back to God.’
And the people came.
But the people forgot. They forgot that they were a message
of love, and a prayer from the earth. And they began to argue … About who knew
God—and who did not; and where God was, and was not; and whether God was, or
was not. And often the people misused their powers, and hurt one another. Or
killed one another. And they hurt the earth.
Until finally even the forests began to die … and the rivers
and the oceans and the planets and the animals and the earth itself …Because
the people could not remember who they were, or where God was.
Until one day there came a voice, like the growling of thunder;
But as soft as a butterfly sneezes,
Please, STOP.
The voice seemed to come from the mountain who rumbled, ‘Sometimes
I see God swimming, in the dark blue depths of the sea.’
And from the ocean who sighed, ‘He is often among the
snow-capped peaks, reflecting the sun.’
From the stone who said, ‘I sometimes feel her breath, as
she blows by.’
And from the breeze who whispered, ‘I feel his still
presence as I dance among the rocks.’
And the star said, ‘God is very close.’
And the island said, ‘His love touches everything.’
And after a long, lonesome, and scary time …
...the people listened, and began to hear …
And to see God in one another … and in the beauty of all the
Earth.
And Old Turtle smiled.
And so did God.
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