CONFESSION ZERO

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 t

I believe I was chosen, doesn't mean I'll pass the many tests to come. Could mean that I have not been or will be selected out of the many billions that have been "chosen. Am I like some lab experiment by God and Love that went terribly wrong? (Too many cooks in the kitchen, eh?) Yes, but a lab experiment? I don't know for sure, I know nothing for sure, if I did I would have solved this long ago. But the thought goes on forever, if an end is not possible in this. (But what if it is possible?) Then it is true, this story unfolding before me. Help me harness it, please? God is in my Love, my Lovely angel come to rescue me from my self. I bow to the knowledge that I cannot know and kiss the soil in earnest for her cleansing and mine. When guilt is gone, in other words fear, it comes as no surprise. It's all going backwards for me, like a film churning out forgotten futures and remembered pasts, a machine bent on Love... What if our hope is in our belief