The Play


It was said that all the world’s a stage,
But what’s the purpose of the Play
If not to show the Love of Christ,
The reason that We are alive

But what is my role in this expression
And can I get a full perspective,
Am I a character in the Play
Or is there more in vision’s way?

I am the person on the stage
My life’s full view for some wise sage
To take and know Love’s fully beauty
As it is expressed in me

And who is greater here to know
Than the one who’s lived it so,
My life shows me just who I AM
And the Love with which I made this man

Yet I am the author of the Play,
I wrote my life to be this way
Put every detail, every nuance
All the Truth both past and future

I am also the audience
Observing my life from great distance
So I can see the Tapestry,
The fullness of the Life I lead

As these perspectives come to One
I learn the greatest depths of Love
And ever-growing, all-increasing,
I see the Play is never-ceasing

For I keep writing, living, breathing
I keep observing, with eyes for seeing,
And I keep growing, always more
There’s never less Love to explore.

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