The One God
One day, while walking across a desert plain, a man stumbled upon a wooden crate blocking his path. Curious to its contents, and with an overwhelming sense that it may contain something special, he kicked it open, and suddenly, a sight beyond his wildest dreams appeared.
An entity made entirely of smoke, to the form of a creature he'd never fathomed was levitating before him. It was like a black cloud blocking out the sun, and in its shadow the man cowered away with his knees in his chest. Like a furled isopod against the scorching sand, he lay in that pit of despair waiting to die, until an unidentifiable figure emerged from the other side.
It was taking shape as it approached him, refining moreso until it finally resembled a man. The newly formed man grabbed onto the man on the ground and carefully hoisted him upright. But the new man was tall, and even when sat down upon the box to make due, the other man had to look up at him, straining his eyes in the sun.
He stammeringly asked the giant if he was God, which prompted him to finally speak: "God has the power and will over all of His creation, the sun in your eyes: if he so willed it, He'd have easily moved it across the sky, as you would a plate on a table, whereas all I can do is this," he snapped his fingers, and so appeared a palm tree to shade them. "It ain't much, but it's honest work," he continued, "I'm but a creation of the One Creator, like yourself.
Our similarities, yours and mine, put on a scale would see our differences fly off the other end insofar as outweighing them, (all the miracles bestowed upon me, notwithstanding). He, however, is the One, the Incomparable, we praise His name."
Submitted April 15, 2019 at 06:08AM by RameeSumrein