Your soul in this whirlwind
Sometimes reels with emotion
The upheavals of the world
All around you, near and far…
Have somehow imprinted upon your countenance
Then suddenly the King
Offers refuge and lifts you
Onto this polished throne
Of finest pink granite…
Where your soul, spirit, body
Embrace the peace and the pleasure
Of the true world your inhabit
No, not this pilgrim’s passage
But the heaven of heavens
Where bright faced flowers surround
And eagerly share their pure fragrance
And dance to your delight
Shining, blazing, rosy sunshine
Never more dark of night…
Warm the chair that I sit on
And permeate me with light…
Eternal comforting power
Reaching down from this height…
Pink, Pedestal, Peace…
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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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