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                                      Three Sisters Stew

                                          Saint Augustine

                                         in all of twenty-two rows

                                        grew corn and beans,

                                         squash and savory;

                                         like mist over the plains,

                                         their Three Sisters Stew

                                          a staple of the North,

                                         and Indian stature

                                         of wombs with eyes

                                         to gaze into the

                                          heart of the earthly and


                                          each child

                                         a new planet

                                         into the constellation

                                        of sun, wind, and tears.


                                              -- Emily Isaacson

What is Three Sister's Stew?

Made from three sisters: corn, beans and squash it was a staple of the First Nations People.

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          "But she lives; for great poets do not die; they are continuing presences; 

           they need only the opportunity to walk among us in the flesh."  

                                     -- Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own 

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David walking in the garden,

the morning sun his illumination,

taking all he professes

as the keys to the gate of love:

his is a steady gaze to Abigail.  

We must pass through Old Jerusalem

to find what is eternal,

to sing eternity of the olive tree, a psalm.

The copper key opens the bronze gate.

The horses in the stables of David are seven hundred,

and the thunder of their hooves

repeats upon the desert.

Where am I, standing in the sand of time,

that I might drink of the waters

of your leafy oasis;

in a palace of stone ramparts

my soul runs dry

while your compatriots pour

the wine.

Thus my sacred certainty

of the next life: paradisal doves

rose into the sky, taking to docile flight,

swimming across the blue—

that this righteousness

could not be traded for fine silver.

--Emily Isaacson ( 2017, O Canada )

Poetry from ages past. . . 


                                                      Visit the medieval clothing store Armstreet:  Chess Queen

This year the family home where Emily Isaacson lived for 4 years while writing The Fleur-de-lis sold. This memorable house at the foor of Bear Mountain was known as the Headley Homestead for 25 years and had many visitors to its prayerful and quiet woodland location. 

                                   Now visit an original 2006 website, 

                           which has been kept intact in our archives:


The Wild Lily Institute

The philosophy of the Wild Lily is kindness.

Be kind to those who love you.

Be kind to those who don't understand you. . .  

The Wild lily Vision

Photograph Hayward Lake by Emily Isaacson

Learn more about our vision and values.

Bringing Poetry to Life with Multimedia Since 2005 


What of the very dust of the earth when it is brittle and dry?

Could we not repent and our tears soak from

the sky, making wells in the desert.

--Emily Isaacson, A Familiar Shore

Own the Poetry Yourself


by Emily Isaacson  

She predicted how to survive the recession,

on your creativity, colour, and romance . . .

Released in 2017!

What is a Wild Lily?

Emily Carr wrote in her books about the fields of wild lilies in early British Columbia. If you are wondering what a wild lily is, well it refers in this case to any earth-bound lily in contrast to the gilded lily or fleur-de-lis.

Poetry Quote​

Butterfly Tears

I once said I love you

and that love remains;

constant through years,

the blood in my veins.

I never will leave you,

be I poor or of wealth,

as the sun crosses the sky,

without guile, without stealth.

And though the ashes remain of our years,

they are sacred because of our butterfly tears.

--Emily Isaacson


The Lion and the Unicorn Tapestry Series

Since 2006, this multimedia special attracted hundreds of thousands of visitors. It was inspired by the creation of online art with multimedia. Using the web as medium by a talented poet, photographer, and musician, it features authentic poetry and photography by Emily Isaacson.


Isaacson's Hourglass 

Isaacson's Hourglass poetry

of the United Kingdom,

is emblazoned with its symbols,

character and resonance.

Written by Emily Isaacson,

it is poetry from her book


Isaacson's Hourglass details the

poetry of a waning empire,

on the verge of transformation.

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Spiritual Life

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Love in the Time of Plague 

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Toward the replanting of a land—

once deserted, cold, and barren, still;

now citrus, and the olive, myrtle stand,

our pride in the distance, through the hills

spilling fine perfume and virgin oil.

Early songs still rise from temple mount

amid the prayers, centuries old toil.

--Emily Isaacson, The Replanting

House of Rain

       The spiritual way ruins the body and, having ruined it,

       restores it to prosperity:

       Ruined the house for the sake of the golden treasure, and

       with that same treasure builds it better than before;

        Cut off the water and cleansed the river-bed, then

        caused the drinking water to flow in it;

       Cleft the skin and drew out the barb, then made fresh

       skin grow over the wound;

       Razed the fortress and took from it the infidel, then

       reared thereon a hundred towers and ramparts.