The Continuous Play
I walked out in the middle of the play;
with many other actors on life’s stage;
It seemed so much like any other day;
for life had just turned another page.
I couldn’t actually leave the stage;
for its platform wrapped all around;
for the time being, I must engage;
till the final curtain comes down.
The Light of my being had diminished;
a candle flickering; almost gone;
the story of my life, now seems finished;
why is it, I seem to live on.
I felt as though I had very little to say;
with others staring at center stage;
and so, I quietly, just walked away;
into the night; life turned the page.
I had grown to avoid, and fear the light;
backstage, seemed the place for me;
like hiding in the darkness of night;
within a shroud; for none to see.
All creation moves in a circular fashion;
living energies must ebb and flow;
thoughts or feelings of love and passion;
must cycle; or have no place to go.
Tho we may think that creation is done;
we’re destined to keep on growing;
for, we are the creation merged as One;
and creation is forever ongoing.
Monty 4/30/22. # 1,092