FairWriter

I stare at a fleeting rainbow as the evening robs sunshine. Evening is a thief hiding in gloom, as the bow brushes her painted, hair curls. I stay on the balcony and identify with last breath. Rainbow, you remind me of someone I know. Brown eyes, white robe, and sandaled feet. Fleeting rainbow, I breathe you, the air full of leaving rain. The clouds crowding your space, the white clouds ashamed of your expressive colors. Fleeting rainbow, you are my sweet twin.

His parents named him, Chosen. A gangling fellow, owning no familiarity with romantic love. A determined chap without any regard to rules. A bear of a man with cowardice in his beating heart. He embraced selfishness and loved to rattle cages. He limped like a broken orphan. He ignored good hygiene. Made lame jokes. Lost two teeth to decay. A hoarse voice, which only welcomed a few friends. He grew to become something more because they named him, Chosen.

My love is not your love. My love doesn't dance the same. My love doesn't sing the same. My love swirls to a different wind. My love is a mysterious love that can't be restrained. You want to steal my love and restructure it for your purpose. But, my love is not your love.

I know the words I express do not express me. Limited by the words of man, Babylon confusion. I speak and the words fail. Yet, the praises of my lips never fail. Given to the Creator, reaching His throne. My tongue is evil and restless, but my lungs support the holy, as I sing from a pure Spirit. My words fall to the ground, dead. but my praises raise to heaven.

Adam and Eve. you and I. Treasuring Father’s garden. Searching Eden’s boundaries. Divine pleasure covers this fresh earth like a garment. We cultivate together. Within our discovery,  we know little of rain,  we watch blossoms flourish with its mysterious power. Words spoken, “Let there be…” Moon and Sun. A molding of creation, ending with male and female. You and me. Two simple, naked lovers naming creatures. Discerning the final victory for all human kind, to walk with Him in the cool of the day and to transport darkness to light.

Secular world you have fallen. Expectations of your glory and pleasure have fallen. Yet of Him, He has surpassed all expectations. We hold to Him. More glory than one might assume. More glory than one could explain. Secular world you have displayed your splendor with zeal and fight. Expressions in various venues and languages. You present your saga with vigor and noise. Wishing to capture all. Your proclamation is a false trumpet. God, sacredly concealing His beauty and glory. Only reveals in consecrated time, and all the glory contained in Him is more than we can contain inside. Yet, His Spirit resides. Ever fascinating and enrapturing us. Destroying the world’s beauty, and we willingly and hastily leave its failure behind. To commune with Him.

You are a dark map with no path to treasure. Haunting me. I follow your wavy lines, hoping for direction without an end. Explanation as to why you came and entered. Pierced my flesh and became me. Thrived in my life, only to leave. You are a dark map with no path to treasure only burnt edges.

I am worth more than you assume, you archaic man. you Vidal Sasson. I do the dishes, but at the same time dream of murder and moving up the ladder. I am worth more than you assume, you chauvinist lover, you fateful groom. I am worth more than you assume, you judgemental harlot, you economic boom. I do the laudry, but at the same time dream about a greater future not just the one in my womb.

Script Synopsis Copyright 2014 EMPTY STAGE Four characters are dealing with personal crisis. Iris is an extremely positive individual, but life continues to treat her unfairly. Alice, rejected by everyone she meets, can’t control her emotional outburst. Ryan is a brave soul in small body. Karen is an overprotective mother who is losing her children to the “ways of the world.” These troubled individuals turn to internal philosophy, attempting to understand their trials. However, they fail to notice each other, while they rant about the meaning of life. Despite their self-centeredness, each character is affected by the other characters’ rants. Eventually, the four become good friends and overcome their personal trials. Here is a sample: EMPTY STAGE A Play in One Act by Tamara Peachy Cast of Characters Iris : A fun loving woman with a secret. ---65. Alice : ...