All We Are and All We Have


All we are
Just actors
On the stage
And the show
Is just beginning…

We are pushed out
Before the glaring lights
Blind, dumb and deafened
By applause for nothing
But expectations.

We will learn
To walk and talk
To run and play
To interact
With other actors along the way.
All of us heroes
In our own stories
Extras to everyone else.
Reflected again and again
In the endless chain
Of cracked dressing room mirrors.

Some of us will forget our lines
Others exit early (stage right)
Unexpected entrances are always the best
But there is relief on the final night.

And what how shall we leave them,
The few observers of our play?
Laughing or wiping tears from their eyes?
Shall we relish the drama
Or slip silently away?
Only one thing is certain –
We have a single chance to get it right,
There is no dress rehearsal.
There is no encore.


Author: Dreaming of the Temple

Hello and thank you for visiting my blog. I am a history graduate, archaeologist and storyteller. As a convert to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I started the blog to explore my religious experiences as well as my struggles and recovery from mental illness.

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