'2010/07/10 Parables Poem by Margaret Alice

Everyone has gone to bed - the last one still standing
is me, confronting Margaret Evening, staid missionary
she must be right, my heart bleeding by now; the
blows from her experience estranging me
from everybody else

She reminds me of ‘The Nun’s Story’ by Kathryn Hulme
the nun leaving Jean, her beloved - asked to fail her
exams to please another through sacrifice - while
the envious opposing nun was never required to
sacrifice anything herself

All those hours spent on her knees were ennobling - she
never fell into temptation to love the surgeon she worked
with, her thoughts were clean; I have given myself leave
to investigate everything irrespective of priestly advice
and godly dictum - thus ascertaining

The nature of reality for myself - all I can say as yet is the
mind can go places where the body can’t follow, and I am
willing to concede: There must be a sphere where power
of spirit exist, a place where thoughts can meet and go
anywhere - because our imagination

Seems to take us all over the world and then some, I can
cry as much as I like, suffer the blows of life - when I
lift up my head, I see a rainbow – a symbol of
remembrance in the Old Testament, though
loving symbolism of all kinds

I love parables and allegory more - I love poetry; but if
I am cast on a desert island, I would take
the Bible with me…