If, in that first moment when everything started, I was the one who made the universe, I would hope that I would only make things so lovely, so worth exploring.I would hope that my wishful wondering would be generous and giving to the creatures and beings that I would bring to life.
I know deeply that whoever made the stars and nebulae, flowers, and trees, the hawks and cockatoos, tigers and sharks couldn’t help but have a care for us.
If it were me, I would.
I would know exactly what I made.
I would know that the people I made could make mistakes. I would wish them all of the love to grow. I’d hope they’d find the way of love, hope their feet from the hardest roads.
I’d never choose for them, but I’d wish I could. What would be the point, if I did?
I’d watch like a parent, bearing their pain, reveling in their laughter. Never able to let them know it touched me; it moved me; it made me feel.
My first words on that first day would have been, “Let there be joy.” That would be my blessing for them for eternity.
I can’t believe a creator who made the trees would want us to hurt ourselves ever.
If a person can feel and understand . . . imagine God.
−me strauss Letting me be
