Heart-Mined

Wishes

May my humble verse become like diamonds of starlight

seen adorning leaves of trees on those clear nights

when they join the sways of dance with wind and breeze.

May my flowing thoughts turn into diamonds of raindrops

bejewelling the robes of leaves in morning light

as they wave to unseen spirits of wind and breeze.

May my art form into such hidden treasures

as to be found by a Future with Higher Values

than Today’s trending status and monetary measures.

May my poetry find a more peaceful World

where Life Itself is Respected as Highest Value,

where Good Will is the Standard of Flags unfurled,

where Diversity in Unity is Truly Valued too

as Awareness, Intelligence and Kindness increase.

May my poems rest freely in such Peace.

(September 29, 2021- Shelley Wilson)

This is the last entry for my book Heart-Mined begun for family and friends in the early 1970s. I was born in 1950 in a gold mining town in Northern Ontario. Thus, the title inspired long ago. My Wishes are ambitious although I am not. I prefer Big Dreams to little ones.