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Inundated by the Spirit of Love


A play is on my mind. A play set in the near future. Humankind has been inundated by the spirit of Love and no one is afraid to speak up, to forgive another for what they've done, to Love another in spite of their flaws, to love another in spite of their inability to Love back to the degree with which it's given...

A play with loving characters trying to maintain Love's needs while simultaneously diminishing human want...

The play will be set in present day, oddly enough.

An experiment of the spirit.

For instance a character named Grief might ask,

GRIEF: Why do we grieve over loved ones who've passed only to imagine them somewhere besides inside of us?

And another named Deed might answer with a question,

DEED: Are they not also in our walk, in our spirit, that we might share their love with others?

And Life might say,

LIFE: Too many pass on before they recognize their path, too many trample upon it without regard to the fullness of Love just beneath their feet, Home, the (H)eartH of Creation...


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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