Can I play?
He sat in deep thought. Had he gone wrong? Did he not plan it perfectly? Of course he did. In fact he paid so much attention to every detail that he had not rested for well over six days at first. He believed in free will. He trusted too much his army of angels moaned. Still, what he created, he had done so from love.
Now years on considering his work unfold beneath him, he sat curious, watching. He liked that woman and man were inquisitive, wanted to know more of the world about them. Sometimes they tested his patience but more often than not, they enthralled him. This group that had caught his attention were on an expedition to find new land. They were clever, they looked to the skies for guidance. Sometimes watching them move about and interact, their petty squabbles, their laughter, their joys and sorrows, he wished he was down there with them.
Once he had walked amongst them, so long ago. He held fond memories of those times, his mother and Joseph and relatives sharing family time. Carrying from birth the weight of salvation on his shoulders, he did his best to fit in, to be the son that others took for granted. But his destiny said otherwise.
Now, master of creation, he watched over this latest trek by a group who believed they knew it all yet how naïve they were of the dangers the cold lands held. To be close he took on the shape of a frozen landscape of ice that would make them question was it man or mountain. He liked to tease, his mischievous side sprinkling out over the world.
Being the Creator, was it better sometimes being the observer rather than being the observed?