Hiding Destiny

How did He make a world?

First, He thought to Himself, "I desire light. I desire love. I desire acts of kindness and beauty." And He saw that this was good.

Then, He made Himself forget that entire vision, blocked it from His mind, so to speak, as though it never was. And He made a world. As though that was the whole point, a world for the sake of being a world.

Only much later did He whisper in someone's ear, "Do you know the real purpose for which I made this world?"

Now you know why reality is hard and love is soft,

apathy flows with ease while kindness must climb mountains,

why light is always the intruder upon the boundless empire of darkness.

Yet, in the end, light is the hidden destiny of all that is.

T. Freeman