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
scene 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…
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1 comment:
Not sure about the quantum mechanics stuff, but what you say is true nonetheless -- and beautiful!
Best wishes!
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