Diversity and Relativism – prose by Donna Williams
If I had a box for my soul
I’d hope for one made of dust
so that the light would shine on the particles
and make stars.
I’d hope my mind was never a tight small box
even if it meant it were instead like confetti and clouds.
I’d hope my body was not my prison
that I could accept it when it was sick, negotiate with it, make friends
especially as it aged and weathered.
I’d hope my emotions were not kept prisoner
that they might dance and laugh and create
even if it were all because I knew the entrapment of darkness
and never wanted a second round.
I’d hope to remember to thank life for the barbs as well as the roses
that each invitation to hate was considered and sent back ‘not known at this address’,
that invitations to love were accepted without fear of potential loss,
that I could wish for a better, safer, happier world but that those terms are always relative in a miraculously diverse society and that my own opinions are not an ocean of the many but a droplet of the one in that diversity.
🙂 Donna Williams *)
[…] In Diversity and Relativism, Donna of Donna Williams’ Blog poetically describes the sort of boxes she does and doesn’t want in her life: “If I had a box for my soul/I’d hope for one made of dust/so that the light would shine on the particles/and make stars.” […]