The Late Blooming Iris
Lately I have paused, pondering death
But I'm not fit for it's journey yet.
It's not that I loathe meeting death's kind
It will be, for me, an experience of a lifetime.
I've had one stupendous, lovely, awesome gift
A second chance at life I could not resist.
So tell me this... who's thinking of dying?
I am the rainbow. Rain falls, next, I'm smiling.
Lately I have paused, pondering death
But it's out of my hands, my stem's length and breath.
All I have been, isn't all that I am
I've taken a stand to let The Source guide my hands.
I can claim to be a calico, carved by nine lives
Again, and again, I rise with clearer eyes.
I'd assume any form my Maker shapes me to use
Would I be excused, if in your haven I refuse?
I am a flower, even in winter
Even in winter, I am a flower.
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Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2016
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