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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460034" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>God and Michelangelo paint a ceiling</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘And now, ladies and gentlemen, <br>above you – ladies, it’s easier with<br>the mirror from your purse…<br>Monsieur, Signor, Mein Herr…<br>we’ve come to<br>The Big Moment…’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the moment for which<br>tourists gather; temples fill; <br>saints and monks fall to their knees; <br>contemplatives fall silent; <br>even angels hold their breath; <br>all Creation for a moment, still; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">look around, the beauty of it all: <br>the earth so warm and fresh <br>under the morning sun; <br>rivers sparkle among greenest trees<br>full of breeze and birdsong; <br>does this perfection lack? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One thing. The one, which may in time<br>unite all this; destroy all this.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It cannot be the Lord God Himself, seen<br>walking in the garden in the cool of the evening, <br>in this paradise which is Himself; <br>even God must keep His, God’s, own rules; <br>no, it must be His representative upon His earth, <br>made in His image - but according to Earth’s scope..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tourists gawp, or are struck humble<br>with some unexpected thought. Stay too long like this, <br>craned neck, and older visitors may faint… </div><div style="margin:10px 0">God – who for a moment, must resemble Man<br>in order to achieve this earthly moment –<br>stretches out His finger… His reflection, <br>this mindless, aimless, half-awake and muscle-conscious hulk, <br>is moved to imitate the action; reflecting, <br>as do the lady tourists’ hand mirrors<br>faintly dusted, scented, with face powder; <br>(a surreptitious dab; it’s hot in here with all the lights..) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But painters, even with God’s aid, <br>cannot paint a spark like that.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That over-muscled body will soon trim down<br>when he must chase his breakfast<br>through the jungle.. life’s not going to be all<br>milk and honey, manna and ambrosia<br>from now on..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but how many years and eras in God’s mind<br>must pass before that hulk, who’s known<br>as Adam by his madam, evolves<br>in God’s good time, to ask<br>‘Who am I, Lord? ’…<br>the question echoing down the passage of the years<br>so seldom asked, so silent answered; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the answer when it comes, <br>comes as by reflection, <br>comes like a spark to mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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above you – ladies, it’s easier with
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Monsieur, Signor, Mein Herr…
we’ve come to
The Big Moment…’

the moment for which
tourists gather; temples fill; 
saints and monks fa..."></div>
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