Friday, March 21, 2008

Drama and Redemption

You say you see no hope,
you say you see no reason we should dream
that the world would ever change
You're saying love is foolish to believe
'Cause there'll always be some crazy with an Army or a Knife
To wake you from your day dream, put the fear back in your life...

Look, if someone wrote a play just to glorify
What's stronger than hate, would they not arrange the stage
To look as if the hero came too late, he's almost in defeat
It's looking like the Evil side will win,
so on the Edge of every seat,
from the moment that the whole thing begins

It is...Love who makes the mortar
And it's love who stacked these stones
And it's love who made the stage here
Although it looks like we're alone
In this scene set in shadows
Like the night is here to stay
There is evil cast around us
But it's love that wrote the play...

(David Wilcox, "Show the Way")

Good Friday...what a strange name for the day we remember Christ's death. Yet it's a good descriptor for the irony that something extravagant and unbelievable happens in the midst of something so bleak and tragic. How a playwright could stage a scene with such ugly elements that ultimately leads to something glorious is beyond my comprehension, yet that is what Good Friday is all about. The Playwright wrote a powerful story where the hero comes though, but only after the evil side demonstrates all of its strength, a strength that seems unconquerable for awhile, only to be seen as pitiful and weak just a few days later.

1 comment:

Love Bears All Things said...

I've come for a visit from the redhead's site. I have long been a fan. I wanted to say that I like this poem, especially the last stanza so I went over to David's site through your link. I like his music.
Mama Bear