Finale:
Narrator: The final curtain rises on how our story began with our dear Andy jailed. Now lying limp upon his cot
believing himself a prisoner for 25 years destined to rot.
(Although, Vie's plot had been thoroughly derailed.
She sped away from the deadly scene
with a private investor hot on her trail.
At her ridiculous speed her car careened
into a thick oak tree.
The investor able to set her free from its roaring flames.
Her injuries?
Burns. To the third degree.
Hospitalized now.
Under strict security.)
While, Andy night after night tosses and turns.
Aria's letter engraved upon his heart. For her he yearns.
"For the bed is too short to stretch out on,
And the woven sheet is too narrow to wrap up in."*
(Felt this way even as powerful leaders today.
Also, those who put trust in them.
Since their proclaimed refuge-a proven lie.
These nations not indefinite to stay.
Only their arrogance keeps them continuing to try.)
Narrator: Speaking of being humbled after extreme arrogance...
Andy: (On his back gazing at the ceiling.)
As her husband I've failed her
Narrator: Is Andy's continual cry...
(He muses poetic.)
Andy: I'd trade a thousand lovely lies, for one painful truth
I shall not despise.
Cinderella wasn't a happily ever after.
Millions of divorces deride in tragic proof.
Swatting flies with our wedding certificate
symbolizing how a roaring flame dwindles,
if not even singly inflamed,
into embers dying growing steadily
insignificant. Like the feather
weighing more than all the love
you left me. Nearly broken.
Under a bleeding moon.
Then poof!
Flying to Death.
Leaving the Living behind
though, never ready, when it's saying goodbye...
Yet, there exists a heroism in
the silence of accepting the end
as one Can't save a falling star.
A third of the heavens ousted down
exemplify this terrifying truism
our earth now
their iniquitous
demonistic
lar.
That traveling light fleeing your sight?
If you can see it, its dead.
Dead still
when you gaze again
pretending that it'll never end.
Love
unfilled
leaves
dried out one's will to live
if not forgiving
oneself and others
freely
letting go.
Until,
fulfilled:
"Your dead will live.
My corpses will rise up.
Awake and shout joyfully,
You residents in the dust!
For your dew is as the dew of the morning,
And the earth will let those powerless in death come to life."
So, dear Aria.
Once again in the future near maybe I'll too with you:
"Enjoy life with your beloved wife all the days of your futile life,
which He has given you under the sun,
all the days of your futility,
for that is your lot in life
and in your hard work at which you toil under the sun.
Whatever your hand finds to do, do with all your might, for there is no work nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom in the Grave, where you are going."
A 'truth' painful or lovely to you?*
Narrator: Andy hears Aria's voice coo.
His heart quickens. He begins to smile.
He leaps off his cot and runs to the bars
where he visualizes Aria with a baby in a carriage
strolling across the stage.
His glazed eyes gaze at her. Lovelier. As always.
Face tranquil. Easy. Without guile.
Andy:Aria!
Thank you. (His arms reaching through.)
You made me remember as advised to:
"Ponder over these things;
be absorbed in them,
so that your advancement may be plainly seen by all people.
Pay constant attention to yourself
and to your teaching.
Persevere in these things, for by doing this you will save both yourself and those who listen to you." 1 Tim. 4:15, 16.
It's no longer a painful truth. I took the reproof.
I am just so sorry that from you I'd selfishly hidden
life-saving proof.
But know you'll always be
a lovely wife to me.
Sleep peaceful. You and thee.
I so look forward again to the future
with our merciful Creator bringing you and our little one
back to be
You, me, he or she
under His Divine Sovereignty.
Us a blossoming universal faithful
eternal family.
(Aria and the baby no longer in sight.)
Narrator: Still, as Andy enjoys the stream
of his sleep-walker dream,
His mother and father nervously to the station appear.
For paying bail set for Andy. His imperfect name to clear.
The curtain closes.
THE END
When it all began: 21st Century Love... Andy & Aria's Story
https://allpoetry.com/story/13440761-21st-Century-Love-.-.-.-Andy---Arias-Story-by-Lucretia-Mccloud
Narrator: The final curtain rises on how our story began with our dear Andy jailed. Now lying limp upon his cot
believing himself a prisoner for 25 years destined to rot.
(Although, Vie's plot had been thoroughly derailed.
She sped away from the deadly scene
with a private investor hot on her trail.
At her ridiculous speed her car careened
into a thick oak tree.
The investor able to set her free from its roaring flames.
Her injuries?
Burns. To the third degree.
Hospitalized now.
Under strict security.)
While, Andy night after night tosses and turns.
Aria's letter engraved upon his heart. For her he yearns.
"For the bed is too short to stretch out on,
And the woven sheet is too narrow to wrap up in."*
(Felt this way even as powerful leaders today.
Also, those who put trust in them.
Since their proclaimed refuge-a proven lie.
These nations not indefinite to stay.
Only their arrogance keeps them continuing to try.)
Narrator: Speaking of being humbled after extreme arrogance...
Andy: (On his back gazing at the ceiling.)
As her husband I've failed her
Narrator: Is Andy's continual cry...
(He muses poetic.)
Andy: I'd trade a thousand lovely lies, for one painful truth
I shall not despise.
Cinderella wasn't a happily ever after.
Millions of divorces deride in tragic proof.
Swatting flies with our wedding certificate
symbolizing how a roaring flame dwindles,
if not even singly inflamed,
into embers dying growing steadily
insignificant. Like the feather
weighing more than all the love
you left me. Nearly broken.
Under a bleeding moon.
Then poof!
Flying to Death.
Leaving the Living behind
though, never ready, when it's saying goodbye...
Yet, there exists a heroism in
the silence of accepting the end
as one Can't save a falling star.
A third of the heavens ousted down
exemplify this terrifying truism
our earth now
their iniquitous
demonistic
lar.
That traveling light fleeing your sight?
If you can see it, its dead.
Dead still
when you gaze again
pretending that it'll never end.
Love
unfilled
leaves
dried out one's will to live
if not forgiving
oneself and others
freely
letting go.
Until,
fulfilled:
"Your dead will live.
My corpses will rise up.
Awake and shout joyfully,
You residents in the dust!
For your dew is as the dew of the morning,
And the earth will let those powerless in death come to life."
So, dear Aria.
Once again in the future near maybe I'll too with you:
"Enjoy life with your beloved wife all the days of your futile life,
which He has given you under the sun,
all the days of your futility,
for that is your lot in life
and in your hard work at which you toil under the sun.
Whatever your hand finds to do, do with all your might, for there is no work nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom in the Grave, where you are going."
A 'truth' painful or lovely to you?*
Narrator: Andy hears Aria's voice coo.
His heart quickens. He begins to smile.
He leaps off his cot and runs to the bars
where he visualizes Aria with a baby in a carriage
strolling across the stage.
His glazed eyes gaze at her. Lovelier. As always.
Face tranquil. Easy. Without guile.
Andy:Aria!
Thank you. (His arms reaching through.)
You made me remember as advised to:
"Ponder over these things;
be absorbed in them,
so that your advancement may be plainly seen by all people.
Pay constant attention to yourself
and to your teaching.
Persevere in these things, for by doing this you will save both yourself and those who listen to you." 1 Tim. 4:15, 16.
It's no longer a painful truth. I took the reproof.
I am just so sorry that from you I'd selfishly hidden
life-saving proof.
But know you'll always be
a lovely wife to me.
Sleep peaceful. You and thee.
I so look forward again to the future
with our merciful Creator bringing you and our little one
back to be
You, me, he or she
under His Divine Sovereignty.
Us a blossoming universal faithful
eternal family.
(Aria and the baby no longer in sight.)
Narrator: Still, as Andy enjoys the stream
of his sleep-walker dream,
His mother and father nervously to the station appear.
For paying bail set for Andy. His imperfect name to clear.
The curtain closes.
THE END
When it all began: 21st Century Love... Andy & Aria's Story
https://allpoetry.com/story/13440761-21st-Century-Love-.-.-.-Andy---Arias-Story-by-Lucretia-Mccloud
Isaiah 28:20
The Power of the Resurrection Hope
https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1102002069?q=Resurrection+hope&p=par
https://allpoetry.com/poem/13419353-One-Lovely-Truth-by-Lucretia-Mccloud
Based upon Isaiah chapter 29. Also, Is Your Future Predestined
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102009048?q=choose+life&p=par
Psalm 86:8; De 32:39; Job 14:13; Ps 30:3; 49:15; 68:20; Ho 13:14; Joh 11:24, 25; 1Co 15:55
https://allpoetry.com/poem/13228646-Hope-Doesnt-Fold-by-Lucretia-Mccloud
The Power of the Resurrection Hope
https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1102002069?q=Resurrection+hope&p=par
https://allpoetry.com/poem/13419353-One-Lovely-Truth-by-Lucretia-Mccloud
Based upon Isaiah chapter 29. Also, Is Your Future Predestined
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102009048?q=choose+life&p=par
Psalm 86:8; De 32:39; Job 14:13; Ps 30:3; 49:15; 68:20; Ho 13:14; Joh 11:24, 25; 1Co 15:55
https://allpoetry.com/poem/13228646-Hope-Doesnt-Fold-by-Lucretia-Mccloud
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