DIVINE CANVAS - A POEM BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

DIVINE CANVAS
Not sculpted from cold, unyielding stone,
But a canvas where life's brushstrokes have flown.
Curves that cradle, a gentle embrace,
A form that moves with a rhythmic grace.
Lines that speak of laughter and tears,
Of stories whispered through the passing years.
A strength that carries, a spirit within,
A vessel that holds the power to begin.
A masterpiece crafted, divinely designed,
Not for the critic, but for the kind.
A symphony sculpted in flesh and bone,
A song of creation, a beauty all its own
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI