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...

Scene: Present day. We are greeted with a blank stage, save for a spotlight upon a beautiful green blanket (a comforter, perhaps) lying center, softly lit throughout the play. Just before houselights fade the symphony begins to joyfully play as backdrop for the eartH of Creation that begins its dance all around us. Houselights fade with the orchestra and the darkness begins to envelope the shadows as we here the stamp of feet begin to march toward our spirits until the stamping becomes fearful and as soon as it does, poof, it's replaced instantly with joyous strings reminding us that where we are is heavenly. ACT I PRELUDE: (A tree appears behind the green blanket, a massive weeping willow tree that is wafting gently in the ever-present wind blowing throughout the theater. (Hold on to your hats, or better yet, don't wear one.) After some time of this, the tranquility of wind and the tree changes to one caught in a fierce storm. The wind in the audience remains gentl...