Brought my memory stick home <br />it wouldn’t open, cell phone left at <br />the office, library closed, a walk in <br />the garden, filigree trees etched <br />against a luminous sky <br /> <br />The long Easter weekend of the most <br />beautiful morality play, though I can’t <br />fit into organized religion, I shall always <br />apply Wurmbrand’s words - if the Nativity <br />play were only a fantasy <br /> <br />I would leave reality to live the Lord’s Prayer <br />in the most enchanting dream - as quantum <br />physics makes clear, turning our attention <br />onto a subject changes us, I love the <br />difference this makes in my life <br /> <br />Just as we change the things we attend to - <br />if that is true, the books I read over and over <br />must be different too, Jane Austen never <br />knew Elizabeth Bennet would forever <br />influence ideas about heroines <br /> <br />Charlotte Bronte never suspected how much <br />I would cry about Jane Eyre, stories that grew <br />in power and strength, just as quantum physics <br />itself is sizzling with life and delight when <br />I turn my gaze onto its wonderful <br /> <br />Mystical, metaphysical truths…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-04-01-sizzling/
