Poetry Friday

It is time to resume posting poetry on Friday. If you enjoy poetry or write some of your own, feel free to forward me copies and I will be happy to share with fellow readers.

This week has felt a bit out of control so I thought I would share with you one of my favorite writers and one of her poems on life.

Act III, Scene II
Someone has altered the script.
My lines have been changed.
The other actors are shifting roles.
They don't come on when they're expected to,
and they don't say the lines I've written
and I'm being upstaged.

I thought I was writing this play
with a rather nice role for myself,
small, but juicy
and some excellent lines.
But nobody gives me my cues
and the scenery has been replaced
and I don't recognize the new sets.
This isn't the script I was writing.
I don't understand this play at all.

To grow up
is to find
the small part you are playing
in this extraordinary drama
written by
somebody else.

by Madeleine L'Engle
(from The Ordering of Love)

Have a great weekend and check back next week, unless I end up on jury duty in which case the blog will probably not be deemed important enough to be added to.