PEACE
From drugging, caring, and not caring— The storm passes, Yet wept my mind’s deregulator— Drenching self once frozen So numb with fear. But oh, what tender tides I feel Embracing...transporting Lifting me afloat— A simple raft I never knew so strong Placed me in love...loving life’s new portions... Each glazed in peace I’ve sought, And now often find.
Iris Elizabeth Sankey
WHAT KIND OF A PERSON
“What kind of a person are you,” one may ask. I am as soft as the sinews of you, Yet steadfast as a desert flower Blooming with dew of faith. My flowered soul is scented sweet even in winter. I thrive like evergreen amid histories Fiercest touch to my roots— I am a woman calculating every challenge I choose, Pleasantly surprising...when least expected... I am with graces granted by my Creator Moving me toward more good Transcending me to live as never before understood— Mine eyes have awakened wholeheartedly To Creator’s will for me to love...not shun... So I am free, partaking of my unfolding. I fear nothing but fear itself So now I’m commissioned to uphold redemption Entreating...to higher grounds. Yet I am down-to-earth, people-oriented, ...commending spirits to Creator’s caring.
Iris Elizabeth Sankey
