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                                        Renaissance Woman


What shall I tell my children who are black

Of what it means to be captive in this dark skin? […]

Villains are black with black hearts.

A black cow gives no milk. A black hen lays no eggs.

Bad news comes bordered in black, mourning clothes black. […]

…black is evil,

And evil is black and devils food cake is black…

I will lift up their heads in proud blackness

With the story of their fathers and their fathers’

Fathers. And I shall take them into a way back time […]

I will tell them of the black kingdoms of antiquity…

Of Kush, Timbuktu, of Kano, Ghana, and Benin.

I will tell my children this and more…

I must find the truth of heritage for myself

And pass it on to them…

--Margaret Burroughs,  from the essay Renaissance Woman by Danielle Jackson

Emily's Approach To Letter Writing

To my readers;

When I use the gift of prophecy, I write in a formal structure such as a poem, or a sonnet, which is then edited and perfected for publication in a formalized and copyrighted  book. When I wish to communicate with someone,  I use what's called versification. If this has gained me somewhat of a reputation as a monarch's poet to the Throne Seat it is because people should be a little more afeared of writers, and what they may publish.  One should be a little more afraid of the gift of kindness

One would hate to have their contrasting colours exemplified in the public arena in the form of ducks or geese. But a poet and writer has no other way to take a stand for what they believe, to have a voice of redemption. A poet makes use of these threads to eke out a living, and may be poor. So you can hardly blame them.

I just try to be fair to journalists; they are far more published than I. When I want to say something of meaning to my readers, I usually have to wait months if not years for it to come out in print with the possibility of making a few dimes in darkness. I am lighting and selling a few matches to keep me warm, with little payment in return for my momentary illumination of the sacred. 

So go back with me a few years, to when poetry was an art and worth more to the populace. Speak with me in the language of Kings, Queens, and masters of mystery and intrigue. You may notice I rarely speak to any royalty or famous people directly, I am known as the "sticky note prophet" because I simply paste sticky notes where I think they should begin reading. . .   I have learned to be assertive in my endeavors, and led by the spirit.

As for my fellow writers: You will find your voice if you write forever, and do not care to publish. Write for your own catharsis, and your journal will be kept private. Do not ever admire anyone who has to be perfect in order to meet the world's standard. It is gut-wrenching. 


Writer and poet

Emily Isaacson

What is the Board of Governors?

Our Board of Governors provides the leadership and director of WLI for our vision and values. We are community builders and the goal of our holistic Institute is to  protect the work and legacy of our founder, the poet. 

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The Fleur-de-lis

What is Emily Isaacson's claim to fame?


She was chosen to write the sacred manuscript of The Fleur-de-lis to commemorate the marriage of Prince William to Kate Middleton in 2011.  


This historical book of Canadiana literature contained over 800 poems in English and French and was published in three volumes. 


Not only that,  it was her first real publication of her work, and took her over 5 years to complete. She claims this divine invitation was given to her by God and that it is a prophetic and anointed work.  


Read more about this amazing book . . .  

Quote . . .

  "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 

Read about how to make Coco Gello with Emily



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 )

Coming this summer . . .  2021

 A prophecy from Queen Abigail

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. 

Fraser River Sunrise by Emily Isaacson 

was exhibited in the Peggy Staber Exhibit this January by the MAC. 

    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. . .  

Photographer and Poet

Photograph Hayward Lake by Emily Isaacson

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 

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.