The Spiritual Stage

In couplet on May 3, 2011 at 12:42 am


The world is a spiritual stage comparable to a vineyard,

Sifting through either blossoms, weeds or thorns.

The blossoms bloom the most vibrant of worthy colors,

Picking them to preserve in an eternal vase on your desk.

The weeds we pluck out and discard them in our composts,

Hoping they will be churned and turned into gold fertilizer.

The thorns prick and leave scars that remain bleeding you,

With their sting they destroy  the rest of  the vineyard.

All the world’s a stage,
 And all the men and women merely players. 

**I went with the scripture from Paul of a thorn of satan sent to him. A person. 


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