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.
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(I pondered and wrote this poem while exploring human vulnerability, doubts and fears, and God-given intuition that leads us to compassion.)
Copyright © Iris E. Sankey- Lewis | Year Posted 2025
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