"...walk up"

This is part of a series I'd written for radio years back. I just found it again. I thought I'd share the first episode with you.

"Heaven on Earth"

G-d is not far away in some golden heaven, ruling some distant Paradise. G-d is here with us. Always has been. Always will be. Because G-d's Heaven is on Earth.

"Heaven on Earth"

G-d's on the subway coming home from work. It's crowded she couldn't get a seat again. She has a headache, and her feet are killing her. G-d makes another mental note to do something about urban congestion, and stress.

She's been noticing this problem since "Ur", or was it Babylon? Anyway, it was that time she was a snake charmer. Oh! ...the carnivals, the music, the theater. These are just about the best things humanity has come up with. It's among the reasons she loves them so much.

It's their saving grace ...literally.

The train pulls into G-d's station. She has to struggle her way out of the crowded car. No one will get out of her way. Manners, and polite consideration still haven't caught on. At least not consistently. Still, they are learning, her children. They are trying. G-d joins the wave of tired people coming home from work or school or mischief, and they ascend together out of the tunnel.

On her way home G-d does some lite shopping at Her favorite deli. She picks up a pint of vanilla ice cream...with almonds. Some oranges, a box of mint tea. You know, the brand with all the nice pictures on 'em. Some bread sticks, and dried figs. All the major food groups.

G-d browse's Her way to the counter, and pays for the goods in Aztec jade, Roman silver, and Confederate bank notes. The Jamaican family that owns, and runs the deli are used to their 'special' customer paying in odd currencies.

The dread-locked woman behind the register gives G-d her change in Barbados dollars, American dimes, and Australian pennies.

The two are friends, the clerk, and G-d.

So they stand awhile exchanging gossip, and other pleasantries which are cut short by the needs of the other customers. G-d adds a lotto ticket, and some chap-stick to her purchase's.

Outside the deli G-d sees a homeless man begging for change.

G-d knows him, his name is Thomas. G-d remembered when he was conceived. She was there when he was born, and She's been with him ever since. Though Thomas doesn't remember it 'once upon a time' his name was Bartholomew, and he is an Angel.

G-d blinked, and there was Light. G-d sang, and there was Life. G-d smiled, and there was Love.

The "Lord of Hosts" got to her building. She lived on the top floor of a six story walk up. G-d liked living up there because it was convenient to the roof. In summer, and spring if it wasn't raining, she'd spread a blanket and lay there.

She'd lay on her blanket, and watch Her sky, Her clouds, and at night Her moon, and Her stars. How she loved them...as she did all Her children.

G-d quickly walked up the stairwell concerned that her ice cream might melt. As She went She passed through and enjoyed the aromas of the cooking of half a dozen ethnic groups. Her neighbors were preparing and settling down for their evening meals.

The "Divine" enjoyed not only that, but the music the symphony of all their languages, and emotions. Well, G-d finally got to Her apartment 6-B. She put Her key into her triple "Medico" lock and entered.

Cain, and Able her Persian cats we're waiting for her, and meowing indignantly! It was well past their dinner time, and they were more than slightly annoyed.

Cain, and Able didn't care if She was G-d 'they' were cats, and they were hungry.

"LISTENING"

It was well past midnight, and it began to snow. The sharp winter winds blew around Her.

G-d was looking out over the city and listening to prayers.

The "Lord Creator" listened to prayers the way people listened to the radio. The music of souls was in the air. The sky was bathed in prayer. Their light danced over the city like bright aurora's.

G-d watched and listened. She listened to each, and everyone.