Whispers of Wisdom
A botanical dialogue poem. This is poem is about me pretending to ask a sunflower for divine intervention. The lines written in italic are my words, and the words written in bold italic are the sunflowers words.
Sunflower, I need your divine intervention.
How can I serve you, my lady?
I haven’t been able to see the bright light for several years. The only colour I’ve seen was pitch black.
Is there a missing piece in your life?
Yes, sadly. I’ve been trying to spot the missing piece for many, many years. I’m out of chances.
Never give up. Magical things happen when you don’t give up!
I’ve never believed in magic.
You are the only one who can grab the keys to the magic door to success. Keep trying to spot the magic you need!
Can you recite a prayer for me?
Sure thing, my lass. I grant you the strength to push yourself out of the abyss. I let you not lose focus on what you must do to carve the path you want to follow. Let your dreams grow bigger and bigger. Let nothing hinder you from becoming your personal master. I grant you the knowledge you need, so you know where to go and what to do. I grant you the courage to be kind and honest with yourself and others along the way. Amen!
Thank you, dear Sunflower!
You are very welcome, young lady. Keep your eyes on the prize. You shall be free sooner than later!
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Talia Devora
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Beautifully written!!! Loving it!!!❤️❤️💕
This is lovely. Well done.