Brought my memory stick home
it wouldn’t open, cell phone left at
the office, library closed, a walk in
the garden, filigree trees etched
against a luminous sky

The long Easter weekend of the most
beautiful morality play, though I can’t
fit into organized religion, I shall always
apply Wurmbrand’s words - if the Nativity
play were only a fantasy

I would leave reality to live the Lord’s Prayer
in the most enchanting dream - as quantum
physics makes clear, turning our attention
onto a subject changes us, I love the
difference this makes in my life

Just as we change the things we attend to -
if that is true, the books I read over and over
must be different too, Jane Austen never
knew Elizabeth Bennet would forever
influence ideas about heroines

Charlotte Bronte never suspected how much
I would cry about Jane Eyre, stories that grew
in power and strength, just as quantum physics
itself is sizzling with life and delight when
I turn my gaze onto its wonderful

Mystical, metaphysical truths…

Margaret Alice

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-04-01-sizzling/