The Humbling

©2021 Susan Noyes Anderson

image by Anatol Lem on Unsplash

The sun fell out of the sky one day.
I propped it up on a flow of words.
It hung in a rather precarious way,
fluttered about like a wind-tossed bird.

I doubled my efforts and painted the sky
with songs and phrases of golden hue.
With pure intent, I let them fly,
believing my essays would see us through.

But words failed to hold her; that star of all stars
was sundered by forces beyond my reach.
My powers would carry her only so far,
my strivings unequal to healing the breach.

Life humbles God’s children as years go by,
yet I am enlightened and not overcome.
Now I do my part, then seek help from on high,
forever diminished and added upon.
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This poem came my way from a phrase (in the final verse) that I’d been carrying around in my head for a while. Writing it made me feel peaceful. And grateful. There is something so beautifully freeing about relinquishing control that was never really ours in the first place.

If this poem resonated with you, you might also enjoy reading Spinning.

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