Shakespeare in Love, for Romeo and Juliet,
But this is just a play.
For there is nothing more amazing in life than love, outstanding overwhelming love, that holds all of the hope and grace of the universe.
And there is nothing like hell more than the promise and betrayal, that will
For recovery is profoundly impossible, for there is nothing else that God would have one encounter, than to reach across the tragedy of family feuds.
And thereafter the power of love invites one to death, accidental and then intentional as if there were nothing else,
For there is nothing,
Nothing else,
Yet Grace.
For this life after death brings hope and joy.
But what of this life.
It is all that would be, that could be, that must be, that can be, of all that has brought us to bear in life and hope for centuries.
As love guides the hope of each day, beauty invades our eyes, our hearts, our minds, our dreams … and these will not disappoint or betray, as courts, and people, and church …
Where children play.
Alone to sit in the light, on bench upon bench anchored deep. Alone.
In the dark that cannot last, for the light will come to also these sands, and smooth across the water, and the light will reveal the depths of sin. Where will we be found, in dark or light?
Light brings beauty, golden whole. Alone and empty.
And the meal shall be shared, the Eucharist that sends free the soul lost and captive.
And there is light, also across even the darkest paths, the light that brings us life.
Through the darkest woods the light will shine, and trees white stand clear, full of hope.
And then it is just a day, a day that has light, and love, so much gained and so much lost … but for all this it is, says Shakespeare, it was all worth, what is worth to be had.
Romeo, Shakespeare: you will not age for me, Juliet, Lady Sussex: as you for me.
And what will we write?
A voyage on a wild sea … Twelfth night. All drown save one, a lady.
And so we start anew. And hope for all. That the profundity of love will be known without loss.
