**The first mini-play is free to the public, the other two are for patrons only. To view the post please click HERE.**
By Kyleen McHenry
Type: Sustained Monologue, Stained Glass
CAROLINE, a janitor at Bloomsburg University of Pennsylvania
TIME AND PLACE
Late night at the Andruss Library, Bloomsburg University, 2nd floor
(AT RISE: An empty floor, silent, a sense of lonesomeness in the air.
CAROLINE, alone on the 2nd floor of the Andruss Library, looks at the stained-glass window on the other end of the building, then slowly starts walking to them.)
This window always reminds me of the stained-glass in churches.
When was the last time I went to church?
(Sudden realization made CAROLINE tear up before lowering to her knees in front of the stained-glass window.)
Father, in the name of Jesus I come to you with a broken heart because of the loss of my baby.
(Pause as CAROLINE tries to recollect the prayer she heard in service when someone else lost their child.)
I know that your ears are open to my prayers.
I am hurting and restless and feel overwhelmed.
Please rescue me out of this pit of hopelessness and fear.
You know the tears that I cry and my sleepless nights—
(Abrupt stop. Tears fully flowing down CAROLINE’s face now.)
Why would you end a child’s life before it even began?
Was I not a devout enough Christian?
Did I not pray hard enough?
Did I miss too many sermons since the miscarriage?
I never even got to hold my baby.
(Scoffs) What is your GREATER plan?
Is there even a greater plan?
It has been nearly eight months since my husband, and I, decided to try again.
Are you punishing us?
(Anger rising.) No matter what, you never answer.
We have been trying not to lose faith, but it is nearly impossible.
(Becomes more somber and less angry.) I’m tired, so very tired.
Do you even care?
(Beat.) Father, I give you all my hurts, worries, and cares.
I thank you that you are not finished with me yet.
(Pause.) Are you finished with me?
(Continues chant.) I will choose not to be held down by a spirit of discouragement and grief.
Please relieve my grief.
By your grace I will stand firm and try and trust you.
(CAROLINE slowly stands up, wiping away her tears.
After a beat the lights dim and fade to black.
End of play.)