script for my latest play (for thsie who would like to read it)

[kisstheson]

Hey! This is the next best thing to having you in the audience.

The name of the play is "The Knight in Thorn-Briar Forest"

Stage directions haven't been included yet but it's done like a medieval period play. The Knight is Christ and the Soul is yes (your soul, my soul) so picture the Soul in the forest entrapped in the thorns of fear and sin.

Lights up! Spot on narrator...

Narrator:
Poor Soul that liest in the weary way.
Who shall hear thee pray?
Covered by thorns and wounded sore,
Who will hear thy voice implore?
What brave heart will dare pass,
Or touch with His foot the shivering grass?
O Soul weep and bleed!
Who will reach thee in thy need?
Thou waitest in hope for but One,
Will He come…will He come?

Behold a light brightens the darkened wood.
There comes a Knight to do thee good
Through the briars He reaches His hand
The soul awakens at His command

JESUS:
Come forth My dove, entrapped thus ye break My heart
I push the thorny branches apart.

NARRATOR:
The soul so long in darkness lain,
Beheld His hand torn in pain;
The thorns grasped and marked with furrows red
His noble palm until it bled.
The soul beneath the bramble covering
Appeared so pale, so limp to the Knight hovering.
He stooped to lift her to His breast

JESUS:
Come, rest.

NARRATOR:
He carried her to the foreststream,
Into the shelter of the evergreens,
Where upon moss covered cliffs flowers grew,
At the banks of the stream He washed her anew.
And cleansing her wounds, her matted hair, her sullied face
He removed her tattered robe and gave His cloak in its place.

Like a child cast too early from her mother’s womb,
Lay the soul in silence as still as a tomb.
The faithful Knightremained close to her side.
Love rose in His heart like the surging tide.

Tears fell on His cheek, one dripped in her eye.
Thus wakened, she saw Him against the starry sky
The glint of silvery armor, the sarcoat of purple and gold,
His face the loveliest vision ever to behold.

THE SOUL:
My princely Knight, art thou the one?

JESUS:
Yea beloved, for thee I am come.
Hush, be still. On the marrow I will speak to thee.
Thou art safe with Me.
I will keep thee. Find comfort. Close thy eyes upon My heart.
Sleep, sweet soul, I shall not depart.
No enemy will harm thee, none shall dare,
As long as thou art in My care!

(Singers sing two songs while the knight changes his costume.)

NARRATOR:
The soul dreaming on that mystical night
In a luminous mist appeared the great and gentle Knight.
Without shield, sword or armor, robed in white He stood.
The shivering willows bowed deep in the wood.
The mist covered Him entire save His left bosom swiftly revealed
Golden rays shone forth from that place His robe had concealed.
A fountain of lilies flowering in full bloom,
Never a bosom so lovely caused her heart to swoon.
Suddenly ‘twas bathed in crimson, the pure whiteness of His breast,
As the blade of a spear so cruelly pressed,
The deepest wound straight through His heart of love,
And so marred His beauty, stained red as a wounded dove.


THE SOUL:
O gentle Knightwho has wounded Thee so?

JESUS:
‘twas thee My beloved. Did ye not know?

THE SOUL:
Nay how can it be when I love Thee so!

(continued on the next page.)

 

[kisstheson]

NARRATOR:
The soul awoke with a start,
And found herself still reclining on His heart.
His eyes bent upon her, a mirror of sadness and grief.
His hand trembled like the late autumn leaf.

JESUS:
Would ye wander away from Me again and lose thyself among the thorns,
And cause these wound to pain Me further if thou wilt not be kept?
THE SOUL
:Kept? Kept by Thee? O Precious!
Pray tell me Thy name!
NARRATOR:
The dawn arose in His gentle eyes.

JESUS:
Jesus

NARRATOR:
The answer came.

The End!

Here's the art work for the program:

 

[MyLordIsMyLife]

oh Amy!!!!!!!!! how sweet and beautiful!
that must be what Heaven is like- perfect togetherness with Jesus the Lover of souls!

-Love-
Jonathan

 

[MyLordIsMyLife]

how could you know what Heaven is like sis...guess it's cause you're one of His angels!

love ya!

 

[kisstheson]

Thanks Jonathan! you're great for my ego. hehe

Tonight we had our first reading. sometimes when I think the Lord is closing the door for me to do another drama (which I looove doing) He brings along the actors and opens a new door. hurrah!

I wish you could come and see our production.

 

[MyLordIsMyLife]

I pray He will always open the door for you because you are His beloved!

 

[thereselittleflower]

Kati that was beautiful.

 

[Gwendolyn]

Wow, someone who actually knows how to write poetry. It flows so nicely, Amy. The rhythm and such. These days people tend to write crap poetry that has no rhyme nor rhythm, but yours is lovely.

 

[kisstheson]

WOW TLF and Gwen! I sure do appreciate your generous comments. Actually the poem is quite old. I haven't written anything decent in a long time. Probably too much debating on the forum.

 

[Gwendolyn]

WOW TLF and Gwen! I sure do appreciate your generous comments. Actually the poem is quite old. I haven't written anything decent in a long time. Probably too much debating on the forum.

Inspiration comes and goes. It's just that most people think "poetry" these days means something like this:

I look
Out the window
And see
The frost
Cold.

Real poetry is more than that

Do you just have a natural knack for writing poetry? Or did you learn all about rhythm, feet, metre, etc.? Either way, it's a gift. I've been studying poetry for years and I still can't write it properly I just don't have a knack for it like you do.

 

[MoNiCa4316]

wow that's great! I think it's beautiful poetry too.
Gwen, haha I see what you mean about modern poetry... I've read so many of those types of poems.

 

[kisstheson]

Inspiration comes and goes. It's just that most people think "poetry" these days means something like this:

I look
Out the window
And see
The frost
Cold.

Real poetry is more than that

Do you just have a natural knack for writing poetry? Or did you learn all about rhythm, feet, metre, etc.? Either way, it's a gift. I've been studying poetry for years and I still can't write it properly I just don't have a knack for it like you do.

Thanks Gwen!

I know what you mean about contemporary poetry. That's relly funny.

I have never studied poetry. I know that there are people who write way better than I do. I also know that I can't really write unless Jesus inspires the words. I have tried before it it usually falls flat. So I'm being sincere when I say the credit goes to Him.

hey you never know what He will inspire you to write. Stay open!

I appreciate the encouragement Gwen!

 

[kisstheson]

Thanks Mon!

 

[Gwendolyn]

Thanks Gwen!

I know what you mean about contemporary poetry. That's relly funny.

I have never studied poetry. I know that there are people who write way better than I do. I also know that I can't really write unless Jesus inspires the words. I have tried before it it usually falls flat. So I'm being sincere when I say the credit goes to Him.

Wow, you have a real gift then. You are lucky. Sometimes I think that actually studying poetry takes some of the beauty out of it. You become so concerned with rhythm and meter and how many syllables are in a particular line that there's nothing magical anymore. Or something. But waiting for inspiration, and just writing the words from there... I just love it when that happens. I write prose for myself, and some of the stuff I've written about faith and stuff, in my personal journal, surprises me. All I can say is that the Spirit whispers and I write on the whim that follows. So I know what you mean.

 

[Rhamiel]

very nice, i wish I could see it preformed, or, since you are such a good artest... do you think you will turn this into a short illustrated book?
well whatever you do, it was very nice

 

[kisstheson]

Rhamiel I wish you could come too! That would be great.

Thanks foe the compliment about my writing. You also mentioned illustrating the poem. The poem is actually part of a larger work entitled the Prince and the Beggar Maid. I have some illustrations. I'll post the one for the poem later tonight.

So I am working on two books at once. This one and my Resurrection stories.

I sure do appreciete your interest.

 

[Rhamiel]

oh ok, I saw it was really short, and no offense, but it would not really stand as a play on it's own (only because of length, it is very beautiful) but if it part of a langer series or something then it should work fine

 

[Amylisa]

KisstheSon,
this part especially touches my heart~
Would ye wander away from Me again and lose thyself among the thorns,
And cause these wound to pain Me further if thou wilt not be kept?

 

[kisstheson]

oh ok, I saw it was really short, and no offense, but it would not really stand as a play on it's own (only because of length, it is very beautiful) but if it part of a langer series or something then it should work fine

Well the play is a short play. It's not a full scale production. There will be a couple of songs in it as well. Our first performance will be at a small Christian coffee house. The larger series is the book which contains the play, a story and extra poetry.

here's the picture that I promised that illustrates the poem in the OP.

Jesus rescues the Soul.

Entrapped thus ye break My Heart
I push the thorny branches apart!

 

[kisstheson]

KisstheSon,
this part especially touches my heart~
Would ye wander away from Me again and lose thyself among the thorns,
And cause these wound to pain Me further if thou wilt not be kept?

Thanks Ames!