On Some Other Day
I played the lead role; in a play, one time;
with others; I was meant to engage;
a make believe replica of reality’s design;
this world is the Master’s stage.
Everyone who enters, is assigned a role;
each, one of us, here for a purpose;
a separate script; given to each soul;
actors; in God’s roles as servants.
We each have an important part to play;
in every scene; we’re significant;
sometimes a lead role comes my way;
then; I become magnificent.
All are given gifts; to carry out our role;
each gift; specific and unique;
sharing love is the gift of each soul;
love is beyond all critique.
Birth is when each act’s curtain rises;
backstage; actors await their turn;
every life play is filled with surprises;
all actors were sent here to learn.
For we were prodigals in heaven above;
filled with arrogance and pride;
our anger occasionally overcomes love;
it was from guilt; that we died.
Death is the end of one act of the play;
there are many more acts to come;
the curtain will fall on some other day;
only, by love: is hate overcome.
Monty 10.9.25. # 3,013