“I’m so tired.”
“You do look pale.” The Creator caressed her face as a tear fell into the hand of the One who loved her since her birth so long ago.
“When will they learn?”
“Some are becoming more aware. The fires and floods have gotten their attention. They are making progress.
“Yes, but too many are still blind. It’s got to be something bigger. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
The Creator sighed. “You know dear, Gaia, that I do not wish to cause suffering.”
“I know. I only ask that you allow natural consequences, that you do not intervene so readily. They need to understand that their actions have consequences. Yet so few are making the connection.” Gaia coughed and felt her chest burn. The Creator felt her pain, as she drew on her healing reserves and struggled to compose herself.
“I need respite, my Lord, time to build my strength.”
“I will consider it, my child. I know you have suffered much.” The Creator wrapped loving arms around her. Her blues and greens became more vibrant and she was blessed with a moment of hope.