Creating Wisdom of the Head and Heart
Buttoning down his Sapphire blue shirt Wisdom took a deep breath, letting the warm air escape his lungs slowly. It had been eons since he had laid eyes on the one and only Creator. He reached for a slim black tie and fastened it loosely as dexterous fingers made a simple knot, then slipped on his black wingtips. Smoothing out his slacks with a large hand he muttered, "Ready..."
Wisdom had been hard at work; consumed by it would be a far more accurate statement. He’d ignored The Great Ones call numerous times, his own stubbornness and reluctance to leave a project made it so. He was driven, passionate and hard working – accomplishing one thing only to take on another immediately.
His work against the doing's of others was triumphant in dealings with The Black Death, and eventually the vast improvements of vaccines nearly eliminating some of the most ancient sicknesses. He dealt with many a great scientific mind over the centuries, pointing them in the right direction as he worked undercover as a fumbling assistant. Currently, he’d been working on global warming and its devastating effects on the polar caps, and its wildlife.
But this time the call to return home had been strong, and he could no longer ignore it. So the wise man returned, albeit reluctantly. After a few days of catching up with Gods and Goddesses he figured it was high time to see The Creator. Slipping out the door and pulling on a black blazer he made way down the long hallways until he arrived at the intimidating door.