Williamsji Maveli writes, Destiny

I harvest and collect the wheat in bundles,
To give them to those who are hungry,
My soul gives life to the grapevine,
 I press its bunches to extract and give,
the sweet juice to those who are  thirsty,
Heaven fills my lamp fulfilled with oil,
 I place it at my main door and window,
 to throw light to  the strangers,
who walk away  through the dark,
I do all these things because
 I live in them; and if destiny
should tie my hands and prevent me,
from so doing, then death would be
my only desire and the fortune
Fore I am a poet, and if I cannot give,
 I shall refuse to take;
Take away from me everything
which belongs to me

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

PAINTING : Copyright & Courtesy to Artist Megan Duncanson