A Play Does Not Start Halfway

“…the clouds are the dust of His feet.”

A play does not start halfway.

It does not just come into being with no one overseeing.

It needs a playwright with a writer’s might.

It requires a hand to set in motion that arc of emotion.

So the universe demands a beginning.

Who hung the stars and sent them spinning?

If we suppose greatness was necessary to create the likes of Hamlet by Shakespeare’s pen,

How much greater must one be to create that endless cosmic dance on that boundless heavenly stage?

Who, do we suppose then?