Hope Ushers Faith

Earth's door is always ajar We are vulnerable Free will is lemon merengue pie And as we bake, the oven door is closed. Perfection is a woman Compassion whips world wars Confront and slay each ghostly ill, And men of steel won't wander far from home. Free will is an open door Choose the blind man's mission Each pupil of irises falls and rise, And each must face profound heat that heals. A woman births perfection The Potter chooses and guides Faith was named faith to usher salvation, And as we explore, the hand of faith waits. * (I pondered and wrote this poem while exploring human vulnerability, doubts and fears, and God-given intuition that leads us to compassion.)