Friday, September 03, 2010
I've heard it said that "All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players."
Now I believe it in a certain sense,
But we have often played our parts all wrong,
Conspiring to erase the Author's lines
And even daring to deny his role
Or worse--to say he isn't there at all...
We say the play is writing by itself,
And then pretend that we control the whole.
What's more, we've got the audience all wrong.
We play to other players shamelessly,
Not knowing that the audience is One
Who'll judge us when the final curtain falls.
We eat the fruit of all our brazen lies
And aim at vanity. Just vanity.
The Author still reminds us of our lines
And calls us to our finest roles once more.
Though most refuse, emoting to themselves,
A few will follow his amazing lines
And end their parts with glory in their eyes.
Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher,
vanity of vanities! All is vanity.
--Ecclesiastes 1:2 ESV
...for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified by his grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus...
--Romans 3:23-24 ESV
My thanks to Magpie Tales for the photo that prompted this poem. Also to William Shakespeare, of course, for the quotation.