Susan Noyes Anderson

The Gifts of Creation

admin — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 00:57:32 +0000

How bless’d are we by all of God’s creation!

What miracles attend His outstretched hand!

Adoring is our gaze across the mountains,

Appreciative, our feet upon the land.

In reverence, we observe the sparkling waters,

The creatures that adorn both sky and sea;

In wonder, we embrace the lamb and lion…

And other living things, earthbound as we.

Who does not thrill to hear the sounds of nature:

The babbling brook where bullfrogs sing along…

The aspen leaves, aflutter in the treetops…

The soul-reviving glory of birdsong?

Who cannot hear the whisperings all around us?

Who fails to see the majesty of earth?

What heart must not o’erflow with sweet submission,

Awestricken by the privileges of birth?

When hearts wax cold, I would not be among them.

My own is small, beside His offering…

But ever is it His, in love and honor…

A gift to my Creator, Lord, and King.

Seascape

admin — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 06:12:33 +0000

If life is art, brush all my days

in colors of the sea.

The symphonies of gull and wave

lull cares away from me.

When thought is caught in city haze,

when songs of hope grow faint,

the steady rhythm of the ocean

soothes my soul’s complaint.

Sea sights and sea sounds weather well,

like sunlight in the heart––

warming and uplifting every

sacred, inner part.

In Every Thing, Give Thanks

admin — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 19:15:35 +0000

When wintry winds and stormy seas

Make all the world seem bleak,

When hope is difficult to find

And peace is hard to seek,

Through troubled times and dreary days,

In glorious and simple ways,

My eyes are somehow turned to Thee;

And once more, all is well with me.

For this, my heart will ever raise

A song of love, a song of praise.

Ode Owed to a Tree

admin — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 17:03:36 +0000

When life is getting hard for me,

I climb up in my favorite tree

and look down on the world below

where grass is green and flowers grow.

I start to feel good sitting there,

secure within my branchy chair.

Up high, the things that made me frown

look way too small to bring me down.

The sky’s more blue; the sun’s more bright,

and all my dark clouds turn out white

when I climb up my favorite tree.

Oh, what a friend he is to me!

Grandpa’s A Really Good Guy, Oh My!

admin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 16:19:24 +0000

Grandpa’s a really good guy.

He knows how to make a kid fly.

He fills up his jeanses

with bright jelly beanses

and blasts our blood sugar sky-high.

~ the end ~

but not the end

A Daughter’s Prayer

admin — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 16:05:47 +0000

Some of Thy children think of Thee

in terms that make no sense to me:

“…as large as life itself, yet small,

with no body or parts at all.”

Others claim Thou art as naught––

a figment of man’s fear and thought,

a panacea for the weak

to conjure up the peace they seek.

But I have felt within my soul

Thy perfect love, and I am whole

because Thou callest me by name

and whisperest of whence I came.

In Christ, and by the Spirit’s power,

Thou livest with me every hour.

This gift, dear Father, helps me see

Thy glory and my destiny:

To fill the measure of my birth,

To walk with honor on the earth,

To find my place eternally,

As Thy child, to become like Thee.

Winter Has a Beauty

admin — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 17:28:09 +0000

Winter has a beauty all its own,

a framework urging men to look within

and find the quiet hush in every soul…

that peaceful place where new growth must begin.

Christmas Bliss

admin — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 17:31:23 +0000

Christmas Bliss

We’re picking out a Christmas tree.

Oh boy, I just can’t wait!

December 25th is near––

It’s time to celebrate.

The family piles into our car

and finds the biggest lot.

“Let’s get the best,” my mother says,

“the very best they’ve got!”

But this one’s crooked, that one’s short,

and those are almost dead.

The rest have broken branches, holes,

or something worse instead.

Five hours pass and still no tree;

my dad’s about to break.

“You want the perfect tree?” he growls.

“Then let’s go buy a fake!”

Spinning

admin — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 22:18:25 +0000

(photo not taken from the book)

If ever earth and sky should spin away

and love and truth lie crumbled at your feet,

when all around and in you cries defeat

and hope and faith seem merely words to say–

Say nothing; hear Him whisper to your soul:

My peace lies in acceptance, not control.

And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding,

Shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

Philippians 4:7

Thanks Be to God

admin — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 16:47:37 +0000

Photo courtesy of O Charm of Nothingness, So Madly Decked!

Though troubles come and troubles go

amidst this life of joy and tears,

while things we love and things we know

are sometimes lost to grief or fears;

yet always in the heart remains

the memory of sacred strains,

of truth eternal, joy divine,

and gifts bestowed by God’s design.

In hope, we take the leap of birth.

In thanks, we dwell upon the earth.

In death, all things must pass away,

but all will be restored one day;

when mortal pain and sorrow cease,

when every soul is moved to sing,

then all shall bow and all embrace

the grace of Savior, Lord, and King.