So catch me a whisper
In beauty of pale light
Crisp sunlight of changing
From summer to fall
The gilt winged dragonflies
Stretch their dew covered wings
In golden rays to dry them
For summer’s sweet final flight
Seasons and cycles
Of breathing in first then out
Come up to Me here now
Beckons Father’s sweet shout …
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About Iris Woytowich
Iris lives in the Canadian prairies and has always loved to write poetry. She writes with a style that is both modern, yet reflecting the everlasting sameness of our great God and Saviour, Jesus Christ. Iris is married with two lovely school aged children, and has been privileged to remain at home during the course of their upbringing. Prior to this, she worked in long term health care. She has attended university where she enjoyed English studies as well as attained a certificate in Health Care Administration. Iris has a lifelong love of the arts where she has participated in dance, visual art, and of course poetry. She enjoys travelling, and also just seeing Christ revealed in everyday situations and occurrences.
iriswo@gmail.com
www.mynucerity.com/freshglow
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