Short Dramas and Plays

Lost Love Story

by Terry Barlow
09/23/13
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I rescued her as a baby from the trash can where she had been dumped like garbage, and I adopted her and took her into my home and cared for her and provided her needs over the years till she became a young woman and beautiful, and then I couldn't help but fall in love with her. Seeing it was her time of love I spread the corner of my garment over her to cover her nakedness. - Did you say "covered her nakedness?" Didn't you mean to say "uncovered her nakedness" since it was her time of love? -  No, because I had made no vow to her yet though I wanted to, I had not yet entered into covenant with her. Because we had no covenant together, she had not become mine nor I hers, so what right did I have then to uncover her nakedness?* I knew though that the moment would come in due time. I fully expected it to come in decency and due order. One day we would swear ourselves to one another. I also knew toward what end that would lead, but I won't speak of that here or now. - But, why not speak of it? - Just as our Creator delights in taking raw (and I do mean raw) material from the scrapheap of life for the next new creation, thus to make the resulting beauty even more wondrous, so simultaneously and conversely does the enemy of our souls take pride in deceiving us into choosing something fake and ugly over the more true and  beautiful, as if to boast and say, "I not only persuaded you to betray your true love, but I used inferior material and a lower budget doing it! Behold, what an artful deceiver am I!!"

* The long, white glorious train of her gown trails behind the bride as she makes her way in slow , measured, deliberate steps down the aisle of the sanctuary.  She is awed with the witnesses by what is about to happen and by the One in whose presence she will stand,  and by the commitment she is soon to make to the groom.  She had better take her time for she is entering into something permanent, irrevocable.   But why does she hurry so after the ceremony, her train now lifted by the matron of honor (who understands having been there) as she practically jogs back up the aisle.  Now they move swiftly and eagerly to consummate their vows at last and begin their new life together.  Not a moment is to be wasted, lest the world they leave behind catch up to them.