The ego-drama is the play
that I’m writing, I’m producing,
I’m directing, and I’m starring
in. We see this absolutely everywhere.
In our culture, freedom of choice
reigns supreme; I become the person
that I choose to be. The mirror reflects
not just my image, but my intent.
Handpicked roles, a casting director
with too much power, an actor
enthralled by his lines. An aria
of self-determined freedom.
Yet, outside this script lies
another sphere, the pages lit
by a different light. The theo-drama,
the great story being told by God.
Directed by an unseen hand, roles
assigned with mysterious precision.
Here, the thrill is not to choose
but to discover, unearth the script.
Mary found her role, indeed
a climactic one, her acceptance
a whispered agreement with the divine
direction, seamless and profound.
It is thrilling, this revelation,
the moment you hear your name
called not by your voice but
by the cosmos; you step into the light.
Perhaps life is the theater,
a dual production where we blend
the lines of chosen and given,
our ego, our theos, both actors.
- Author: gray0328 ( Offline)
- Published: December 22nd, 2024 13:08
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
A most intriguing concept voiced from a different point of view. Nicely written
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