Dreams Into Reality 4.11.2009 Poem by Margaret Alice

Contemplating wonderful words; doesn’t
matter who they are meant for, it never
bothered me before, when Paul asked Debby
whether she liked roses with thorns, she replied
‘Indeed I do, once I’ve got hold of the roses, I can
evade the thorns’ – I made those
words mine

Whenever a strange voice speaks, saying – ‘It’s
your image I keep’, or a known Biblical character
professes love in Proverbs, I accept it as meant for
me; especially as all the admonishing against sin
is accepted as directed against me also, I balance
everything with positive statements - I’m
delighted by

These loving words which will go straight to my heart;
after watching a scary program on TV, reporting on
medical neglect and spiritual energy seeking re-
venge; I return to positive words - the dice of
life lies in making choices; though I’m not
offered choices at all, never having been
offered such beautiful words

I only dream about soul-mate concepts and
spiritualism… Barbara was here, we drank too
much, me trying to gloss over my shortcomings;
she simply enjoying her life – my dreams being
enclosed within unreal dream space, no-one has
ever voiced the words of my choice – which
is fine, I have so much to do

Keeping kids at school, it will be enough until
dreams turn into reality…