Play Reading Series
We gather to read plays,
our hearts and minds open to transcendence and grace.
Our next Zoom play reading will be on Saturday, February 20th, 2027
from 1:00 pm - 2:30 pm,
central time
and we'll be reading from,
Act 1, Scene 4
from "And Galileo Saw A Pendulum, While Sitting In A Church."
To become involved, contact therhapsodytheatre@gmail.com
"I need to move,
with freedom,"
said the actor.
"That is well,"
said the stage director.
"Sometimes,
I don't feel like moving,
a lot, or I move
very little,
I think,"
said the playwright.
"But your heart is at rest," said the stage director.
Excerpt from Act 1 of Samuel Beckett's, "Waiting for Godot" Estragon: Then adieu. Pozzo: Adieu. Vladimir: Adieu. Pozzo: Adieu. Silence. No one moves. Vladimir: Adieu. Pozzo: Adieu. Estragon: Adieu. Silence. Pozzo: And thank you.
And Where is Wexford? Text by Sara Kumar And Bethlehem, he knew it well, and from the East, he came to dwell, and darling, Wexford's, oh so near, but where is it, let's find it here they came from Wales, my grandad did, and what is mine, and what was his? and from the East, he came to dwell, and darling, Wales, and Christmas bells, and lassi malt, with nutmeg too, a sip of brandy, we'll sleep through, and evening pause, on shoulder too.
I need to watch an evening show, said the child, with blanket so, soft snowy down, in Texas time, and from the East, this friend of mine And lady loved and wiped her eye, time goes slow, please don't cry and doodle bug with safety latch, and Finland helper, with beauty 'stache I need to tell ya, son so well, Saint Nicholas is with us well, and dwells with saints, and blanky clouds, and dreams of maps and doodle dreams
and Pillow Ocean and dreams of seams. Minnow, minnow, said Irish prince, I made a house, without a fence Before you fly to Southward ho, sleep inside and feast and grow And in your dream, before we part, and part with part, gives us a start, I'll let you rest and sing what may, with cloudy blanket and dew drop dew, and in mi dreams, a Spanish bride, with rosy dress and Irish crest, she needs a ring, and postage stamp, and head needs sleep, and
and children sing.
"Sometimes,
I need to close my eyes,
and give the details to Jesus,"
said the playwright.
The photograph,
​"I Saw Dalí's Painting,
with Concrete"
was taken by Sara Kumar.
The magnet artpiece
was purchased
at the Meadows Museum,
on the campus of,
Southern Methodist University,
in Dallas, Texas.
The painting copy on the magnet,
is entitled, "Phantom Cart,"
by Salvador Dalí.
The original artwork
was part of, the art exhibit,
Dalí: Poetics of the Small,
1929–1936,
that was open to the public,
September 9-January 6, 2019.
Aftertime, with Elizabeth
​
A poema by Sara Kumar
​
[This poema was inspired with prayer, after reading parts of,
the Visitation in the Visions of Blessed Anne Catherine Emmerich for the Blessed Virgin Mary:
Emmerich, Anne Catherine. "The Life of the Blessed Virgin Mary."
See also:
Lynch, John W. "A Woman Wrapped in Silence." Paulist Press,
New Jersey, 1941, 1968, p. 11-12.]
She counted the weeks since she had arrived
One stitch, two, she had woven a patch of red anemones onto a white cloth,
now pushing the needle through slowly, finally, a pattern of flowers had emerged
Let them both be wrapped warmly, and Mary closed her eyes, for some time.
She heard the baby waking in the next room, with her cousin Elizabeth.
Mary touched her bosom and brought her toes to the stone floor, allowing her thoughts,
to think about the space in between the stones
Joseph would know what it was made of; she saw him measuring with number in mind,
line and length, then he carved a plane of wood, and lovingly brushed away the excess pieces
Mary threaded her needle once again
The baby’s cries were soft
As Elizabeth brought her child into view
The woman rocked the boy softly in her arms
She looked over Mary’s shoulder
To examine the design
Elizabeth's eyes looked out like heartache
She searched for something that Mary had with her,
and Elizabeth placed God's child in a crib,
and the women held each other's hands,
and the child felt happiness.
Mary's face beheld a smile that neither revealed
Nor dulled their understanding of love
Outside the voice of a man,
and Elizabeth walked to the door
He was Joseph, carrying a bundle of balsam
And what joy,
She saw in her heart, as she looked down
At her heart
The bundle close to his side
The bundle close to his side
Time had passed, thought Elizabeth, and he was thinking
Mary stood up from her chair
The blanket fell
Flowers awn da ground, she walked
And Joseph knew then
He was a dreamweaver too
And she walked to his side, and God held his heart
And da townspeople came, as Joseph picked up the blanket and then covered Mary, lovingly.
This is an Editorial Image,
Licensed with Shutterstock
​
Photograph of painting of
"The Visitation" by
Federico Barocci
(c. 1535 - 1612),
in Baroque Church,
Chiesa Nuova, or
Santa Maria in Vallicella.
