The Dance: By Alee

A dark stage …. A man, a handsome man, steps out from nowhere…yet He seems to have been there the whole time… He takes a breath…a light appears…He moves His hand…things are starting to be created. He gathers dust, blows on it…a figure appears, a young girl, He loves her, the best of all creations… He lavishes her with the beauty of the garden, gives her delightful food to eat, clothes her with a fine dress… tells her to abide in him, and all this, is hers… she agrees, thinking that nothing will ever separate them from each other. And so this dance starts, a dance of the love and life. They spend every second together, and she is enjoying it so much….but then:


sex


love


money


lust


parties


appearance


fears


death






All this steps in to her life… pushes the Maker aside…. the sin takes a hold of her hand… asks her to dance with him instead….she accepts his offer…finding it fun and exciting. At least for a short time….


The Maker isn’t satisfied with that, no he is HEART BROKEN. His creation is rejecting Him for pleasures so disgusting that He can’t be with her, at all. Yet, He doesn’t leave…. He stands there the whole time… when she dances…He’s right there, hovering over her. When she falls, oh how He burns to pick her up, but He only stands there, sad and confused with what she is choosing, rather than choosing Him. She cries over a broken heart. And His heart breaks, He knows that she needs Him. And that heart break she is dealing with, is no match to how He feels. Yet, she refuses to acknowledge Him, or even look over to Him. Still, He won’t leave…. Stands by her the whole time; hoping that one day, she will see Him, and come back… 


Finally that day comes. A sad day, a day where everything fell for her…. Her life, in her eyes was over. She picks up a knife to finish her life. Bringing it closer to her veins, she starts remembering the days before all this started, the garden, the Maker, the love, the dance. She starts to weep, weeping and weeping when a sound escapes her lips, ‘Help!’ 


Before that word is off her lips, the Maker is screaming "YES! I’m here!" He picks her up, throws the chains that the sin dancer had put on her, He breaks them. He washes her, gets rid of the mud that is on her robe. He looks at her and says. ‘I love you’ He takes the knife and throws it so far, she will never find it again. He holds her… and cries, she continues to cries. He comforts her, and repeating those simple words over and over, I love you, here I am, and I love you, im holding on. I love you so much. You are beautiful. Come, take my hand… Let’s dance