The heart of this play seems to find the divine in the mundane. That's the way the light gets in.
Lewis' play is beautiful because it's normal, extraordinary because it's ordinary. Where we may often feel our own inadequacy to capture something that already exists, Lewis, like a weeping willow, shows resilient light peeking through sorrow in her play. I walked away from this work feeling renewed even in the recent sufferings of this world. I cannot recommend this play enough.
The heart of this play seems to find the divine in the mundane. That's the way the light gets in.
Lewis' play is beautiful because it's normal, extraordinary because it's ordinary. Where we may often feel our own inadequacy to capture something that already exists, Lewis, like a weeping willow, shows resilient light peeking through sorrow in her play. I walked away from this work feeling renewed even in the recent sufferings of this world. I cannot recommend this play enough.