-And she applied herself to the painting, and the painting to her-
The shadows, dusty, cover her body.
She leans over ivy railing.
Above her frame, a patio.
Attractive marble - unlike down below.
A man in white descends a rope
to pull her up to toe, though
despite his outreach- his gentle suggestion-
she gazes out half-smiling.
As weeds be wading, rivers flow debating;
her being's stating and mimics, too.
Though ground be pebble, wall incompact,
None action taken to be saved in act.
And rejection clear now, torment racked,
This special scene: a broken pact- that
despite his outreach, his gentle suggestion-
she whispers softly: adieu.
Diyana (Love) Wilson
The United States is under a lot of opposition. My country, my land. My home.
I’m not going to choose sides on this post because we’re all friends here, but I want to express my heartfelt dream to you. And that is that the world would again be filled withlove. Now, listen, I grew up in the 90’s and early 2000’s and life seemed simple then. For my parents it was even more so. People were just, lovely. Simply lovely. They were kind and could be trusted.
Today- today is a different story. The world has rotted into something dark and evil. There is a lot of bad going on and just like me, you may be feeling like the good is too small to win this. But it’ll happen. I don’t have enough years to promise you this but I have enough faith.
This endeavor to a more love-filled world might take a long time to fully develop or even partially develop, but even a whiff of that greener grass on the other side is enough motivation for me to do something about it-now.
What am I going to do now? I’m going to change my world and my circles with love. Pure love. Charity, support, and peace.
We are Vessels of Love
The poem below portrays the beauty as a being or a vessel willingly accepting love. The weighted honey is like sap- slowly but surely filling the clay vase that is my heart with love that may heal me and fill me with what I can give to heal others.
This poem was written several years ago while I was preparing to serve a full-time mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
2017- the year I wrote this poem- was a hard road for me.
I was on a greyhound bus bound for Utah and aimlessly scrolled through Facebook for a majority of the trip. I was impressed to stop and read an article from a Latter Day Saint, Christian website about Latter Day Saint missionaries serving near Puerto Rico. The article illustrated that this group of missionaries had just heard of (what I think to be) Hurricane Maria hitting Puerto Rico, causing tremendous amounts of damage. What the missionaries did next surprised me: they knelt and prayed. And if my memory serves me right they stopped and prayed on the dirty, unkept street for the people of Puerto Rico.
I was amazed at the love these missionaries had for their brothers and sisters from a totally different way of life, culture, belief system- everything. The concept of praying for people I’d never met was so awe-inspiring for me and my heart almost felt like it was physically swelling in that moment until I cried.
I cried for a good while and I couldn’t really explain why until I realized that it was because I was feeling God’s love. I was feeling God’s love for me and for others. It was a special feeling that I didn’t want to forget, so I decided to write my poem, ‘Vessel’! I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it. This poem came deep from within the heart and I hope it touched you, too.
A Brighter Future
So, even though this chaos is happening on a much bigger scale than most of us can control or even understand, I would implore you to hold onto love. Love heals all things. Love is eternal. Love is pure. Love is selfless and love is all-inclusive. Love is wonderful. Pass along love, always.
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