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Mighty fire, why do you continue to haunt me? Mercy will cover my children. God I ask for Your love. Oh, God come to your children. When they continue to fight against me. Come like the rain.

Coming soon. Coming soon. Why am I the only one who thinks you're coming soon. Maybe because you already came to me. And I need you to again. Because it was too wonderful to forgive.

Water is my soul mate. It is a tear down my cheek. Water is my soul mate. It is the world's drink. It is the world's salvation when the children are thirsty.

I will come, Lord. Now that You have called. I will come to that grave. I will come, Lord. As you have called. I will come, Lord. To the resting place. I am finally ready to let this world go.

Eye of the Beholder By Tamara Peachy Crushing the can and tossing it into my recycling pile was a mundane task. Like most men, I wasn’t a good housekeeper. I had no motivation to go to the Recycling Center that afternoon. Unfortunately, my back porch was avalanching in empty cans of Chef Boyardee Ravioli and foul-smelling milk cartons. I had no clue this hated chore would initiate my first conversation with the most attractive female in Ashland, Kentucky. My rusty Ford pickup was on its last leg. I wondered if the mounds of garbage resting in the truck bed would be too much for my dying vehicle. It sputtered and snarled at me, but it survived another trip. To open my driver-side door, I had to thrust all my body weight against the inside. The door didn’t give way until my fourth attempt. My shoulder was now accustomed to this maneuver and was immune to the pain. Before I had time to lift the first box out of my truck bed, I heard glass shattering in the distance. I le

You are the one who stirs my pain in every way. You and you're evil ways. You held my hands and confessed your heart breaking ways. Yes. You. You and your blue eyes and brown hair. Devilish smile and Christian prayer. You dared to enter my sanctuary and praise. You said you would think about loving me. You said I was like a proverbs wife, loving God and loving my neighbor. A perfect wife to love. But who wants that? So you left me and broke my heart. I wasn't your style. And now you wonder why the world is falling apart. Yes, you broke the wrong girl's heart. You devil

Reality escapes me, is this a tragedy? I would rather live on the TV. Where broken actors live on subsidy. Becoming my hero. Becoming my escape. Preaching a new reality a freedom I will live there. 

Mother Lisa, When I speak with you, I never know if you hear me, or if I am communicating. Is it the past? Can we not let it go? Are we thinking about everyone else? When we sit across the table from one another, I remember your smile and your mercy. You and me, and no other distractions. Lisa, you are my mirror. Until the kids scream for momma, until the husband needs the dishes done, till Grandpa preaches religion, till Grandma is in pain. Till I just want to talk with you. You work is never done.

Deborah, I would make you a queen immortalize your name, I would make you the world and sing your praise at the top of my lungs for your glory and my shame. For your beauty and my failure. Debbie, you are my treasure.

When He returns, the voice will be sweet, like honey. He'll look like a lion, and sing like the sea. She'll dance like a cloud raining on the ground bringing spring.

Stay with me when you are lonely, when you are lost in the cold, when you need to cross the railroad crossing without your father's hand. Stay with me, I'll lead you to a warm, cozy Walgreens, where they sell drugs to cure my paranoia.

A bit confused my father as he paces the floor hopeful to find rest for his children and from his wearisome mind. He will carry us to heaven on his strong shoulders. He was our hero. He is our hero. In the back of my mind.

Today my father drowned me out. He used his earbuds. He wanted to listen to his technology because it was more entertaining than my little body. Today my father drowned me out because I didn't have an arc immaculate enough to interest him. He put his earbuds in his ears. So I ran to the Father's house and prayed for the world to hear me, so I would no longer be fatherless.

It is almost 7PM Another medication to check my brain to see if I will forever be insane. I pray for the world. I pray for the world. Hopefully that isn't insane.

Total work adds to more work to add the boundary of where not to work. Where you must explore more work. to work to the retirement. where you must ponder why you worked so long to retire.

OUR LITTLE REVOLUTION A Play in One Act by Tamara Peachy 414 Water Street Kendallville, IN 46755   C: 260.710.4478 Copyright © 2013 by Tamara Peachy                             tamara_peachy@taylor.edu Cast of Characters Rachel Linheart :                              Strong-willed woman. Late 20’s. Daniel White:                                    A well-educated man. Opinionated. 30’s Peter Lock:                                        Well read. Lazy. Naturally smart. Sarcastic. 30’s Kennedy Dalve :                                Nurturing. Insecure. Late 20’s Katy Summers :                                  A mute. Sweet and caring. 30’s   Scene Low-end apartment in Washington DC. Main door has door lock, deadbolt, and chain lock. A couch, a desk, and stairs to a bedroom. Time Approaching evening. A cold winter. ACT     I Scene   1