Livid when it comes to injustices! But grateful to be alive! Especially in these increasingly worsening times. "You're kidding!" you say. No. You've heard: "It was the best of times. It was the worst of times." Well, it is the same today. Follow along as I show you why.
Finale: Narrator:The final curtain rises on how our story began with our dear Andy jailed. Now lying limp upon his cot
believinghimself 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.
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.
dried out one's will to live if not forgiving oneself and others freely
"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.
Act III Scene IV Narrator:Hours later, the next day, we find Aria pacing the floor. Like a butterfly flittering from chair to peeking out a cracked open door. Even to the Almighty she did implore: Let him be okay. And I know for sure.
But the hands around the clock continued their circle.
Her sadness and anger dueling in vicious cycles as she performed as a woman scorned:
Are not our lives a tattered trust?
Consequences withstanding men still rule mainly by lust and desires of wicked eyes.
Said of humans:
“This people approaches me with their mouth And they honor me with their lips,
But their heart is far removed from me;
And their fear of me is based on commands of men that they have been taught.
Therefore, I am the One who will again do wonderful things with this people,
With wonder upon wonder;
And the wisdom of their wise men will perish."
Yet, the Almighty who is wise and loving, true loyal and trustworthy in all He does or will ever do does not us despise.
In a relationship with Him He will us cherish.
We are His children if obedient we are despite the wounds inflicted.
Despite our scars.
He tells us to hate what is bad and love what is good.
Why is this so often confusing or misunderstood?
We cry for justice and equality as we steal from Him-- His Sovereignty.
We rant and rave insist that He us save from tyranny from unholy war from tragedies the whole world over.
we continue to live just the same in all our selfish and vile or vicious ways wanting the honor;
non deserving of endless praise.
Is this to be always till the end of our days?
He has given his wonderful decrees from a mouth spoken with loving ease:
"I take the heavens and the earth as witnesses against you today that I have put life and death before you,
the blessing and the curse;
and you must choose life so that you may live,
you and your descendants,
by loving Jehovah your God, by listening to his voice, and by sticking to him,
for he is your life and by him you will endure."
The opposite: eternal Death
brought through sin's disease
Need not be chosen. Just do as one pleases.
Eventually one's end in graves dug or vats placed or waiting for morticians in rooms totally freezing.
The Creator's purpose with blood was bought
so obedience to His standards of righteous ought not be spit upon with distaste.
We must fight to defend His name in thankful grace,
since He will soon all wickedness erase.
He does not lie. He can not die.
He will rule this earth and universal space with or without us individually.
This is the future we all soon must face.
and live here Eternally by following his guidelines to best of our degree
and supporting the likeminded to faithfully stand. In love extend outstretched helping hands.
Then one day:
Life in perfection will be everlastingly granted as family members once dead will return to this land.
To All inhabitants living on a renewed earth with plenty to eat and their own place to sleep:
Life Will Be Wonderful! Yes, Totally Grand!
Let not sin rule and it's sad consequences we forever in death reap.
Why did not Andy God's love and law want to keep? And why does he not of things so wholly important, to me, not want to speak?
Who or what deterred him from wanting such a secure future to seek?
Narrator:While at that moment, Andy arrived. Sheepish in manner, though still holding on to pride as he plops down a balled-up flyer on the table of an up-coming campus rally. They petitioning him to come and support a side.
Aria doesn't know whether to hug him or slug him.
In the end, her body just folded on to itself. Left her in the middle of the floor weeping. Rocking. Holding on to herself.
Act III Scene II Narrator:Again opens the scene with Aria waiting patiently serene dressed in rust swede and matching boots for the weather, cool composing a poem after a meditation on creation, the Creator, and just being. She reads back what's she written:
Not a baseless hopeless dream
Peaceful and Serene!
As day-to-day we waste away from stresses that drain
Sweet study employed do enliven energies needed to finish the race
whether we manage it energetically or coerced we are to keep apace. Thankful now for a paradise we face.
Arising on a horizon forthcoming soon.
The earth restored.
Removed sin's gloominess, doom.
Unseen our hope yet, glorious it's tune!
Hearts enlarged to nations consume.**
Narrator:Aria leaves the stage with these words needed to ruminate on daily, since no longer a blushing bride to a bitter agnostic groom.
How did that happen when we saw her perplexed?
While watch as the curtain opens on Andy anxious to flex, because Vie indeed caused him on Aria to be vexed.
Andy:(Pacing back-and-forth.) Aria! How could you?... You knew I hadn't seen my parents in years! And you up and plan a visit with them regardless.
Just where was your fear... to me displease?
Narrator:As Aria sits on the sofa, she fights back angry tears. Her voice questioning in the background:
Aria:Just how did he know? Who could have told him when and where I should go?
Narrator:Though, instantly and really Aria already knew.
Aria:But how did Vie know what things to say to cause Andy to brew? Whenever they are together he comes back in a stew. That witch is so clever. Just what can I do?... There must be something in this place that let's her know. Or at least, gives her a clue.
Andy:Aria? Are you listening to me!?... He stands in front of her like a massive swaying tree with limbs well equipped to deliver a beating with more than just his lips.
Narrator:Any other day Aria would not cower. But she'd promised to meet his mother in little less than an hour.
Aria slides a little to the side of the sofa, patting him daintily a spot.
Aria:Andy please sit down. Your anger is making you too hot. Let me kiss you to make you better. I don't want you to drop.
Narrator:Andy looks down on his beauty and her sweet smile and skin so smooth. In an instant he's mellow. His anger did lose.
Places his head on Aria's lap.
Andy:Honey, I'm sorry. You just don't understand.
Narrator:As Aria massages his temples gently, still concerned with her plan:
Aria:All I want is to know Andy better. Why is meeting his family such an ugly endeavor?
Narrator:But suddenly something she read springs to mind. About being in subjection, which could very well lead to him dealing with her real kind.
Another verse coercing her independent thinking was:
Aria:My wifely conduct mild could win him over without a word. Instead of this recent constant bickering without either really being heard.
Maybe I should just write his mother to let her know I exist. Then maybe she will initiate a dinner. On it immediately insist.
Narrator:With that notion she's content to further Andy soothe. Strokes his flesh to flame a fire into motion.
As the curtain closes on their romance. Heated now. No time to snooze.
While, Vie watches their goings on from her home. Lit. Her wicked jealous fuse... TO BE CONT'D
Act III. Scene I. Aria Narrator:Dusk had descended, with Aria seated happily reading under a bright street lamp, while waiting for Andy as always on the campus bench where she first found this golden pearl--a small book, to her a glorious star from heaven sent.
Since a child she wondered why many around the globe, like her father and mother, sadly just toiled. Determined like an oak, she swore never a endless minute would negativity her spoil, as it did them. Every day their anger boiled till erupted a cavern not too vast to cross if constructed a bridge. They did not value its cost.
So Aria learned to sing and dance. Recited poetry in her 'truth' to others enhance. When finally hope in her sprang. Now here was the proof she waved in her hand singing and springing around and around. Joyfully she danced like a ballerina royally crowned:
[Aria:}This changes everything!
A righteous king eliminating death;
this constant suffering?
This changes everything!
Attaining a perfect life?
No more enslaved to bitterness or strife?
This changes everything!
Each enjoying productive work?
No more burdened under some tyrant's narcissistic worth?
Yes! This changes everything!
Peace earth-wide to abound?
War's end; terrorism's trend
forevermore to rescind?
Oh please! This would change everything!
Then she again reseated:
Dare I believe?
Or is this the worst deception?
Her telephone she used to verify scriptures again, as initially at her readings' first inception
She begins to whisper with her head deep in bow:
This changes everything: God's Kingdom to Come!"
Obedience is key to wickedness's destruction
Cultivate now a heart inclined ensuring personal victory
to this Future
Narrator:However, she had Andy squarely in mind. For although to her heart this message it squeezed, her voiced words like a church bell to Andy. It clanged and it clanged. Made him shutter and wheeze.
Yes, she'd once showed it to Andy, a little while back, what she'd found. Knowing the man she loved would share in this treasure profound, especially since he worshipped her youthful laid ground.
But she was sadly mistaken.
So, she was not of any liberty taking.
When he arrived she pretended something else she was reading so not his equilibrium to rock. His cool demeanor to be prematurely shaken.
Aria sees him glide to her side.
She hops up to grant him a hug. Her eyes shining melted him, this wanna be macho or silent type 'thug'.
Aria:Hey Babe! So how did things go? Is the master of artistry ready to continue his work until the world he can show...
(she spins and spins seductively before him in her green silk dress. Femininely perfumed too to his manhood impress)
What a wonder you are, honey...Yes, this they will know!
Narrator:So arm-in-arm they leave the stage, this couple in love. Enthralled. In each other totally engaged.
Then opens the curtain a moment later with Aria reclining on his sofa, glancing wistfully to heaven above. For she remembered something she read and already did know:
Do not marry anyone whose goals, like yours, don't set both your hearts aglow.For a scripture she now knew. Of it could she quote, though not knowing entirely, just what of it spoke:
(Aria's voice from a distance muses.)
"Do not become unevenly yoked with unbelievers. For what fellowship do righteousness and lawlessness have? Or what sharing does light have with darkness? Further, what harmony is there between Christ and Beʹli·al?"*
This scripture to repeatedly her curiosity peak.
However, as Andy stroked the clay with his fine hands, she remembered his touch and his gentle to hungry sensual demands.
(Again, Aria's voice from the background wistfully speaks.)
Just how could this lovely specimen not want the same things I now want?... I wish I could speak up. To him be forcefully blunt.
Would he ever again believe what his parents had taught him about a paradise future conceived in the past, but us now expecting it soon?... God's Kingdom to wipe wickedness from our beautiful land?
For the 'unrighteous' thankfully
no longer any room.
Yes, she let her mind wander to when 'peace and security' will internationally bloom.
What caused Andy to become an 'unbeliever'?
Remember Vie was his constant companion. A spokesperson for eternal global
gloom and doom...Prophesied: "First of all know this, that in the last days ridiculers will come with their ridicule, proceeding according to their own desires and saying:
(Vie's voice you now hear.)
“Where is this promised presence of his?
Why, from the day our forefathers fell asleep in death, all things are continuing exactly as they were from creation’s beginning.”" 2 Peter 3:3, 4
"An end to pleasure seeking intense? . . . No have nothing to fear." TO BE CONT'D