Facing Life

©2023 Susan Noyes Anderson

photos by Valentin Balan on Unsplash

The years sit heavy on my back,
this face well-mapped by trails of pain.
These eyes, two tunneled railroad tracks,
are loath to bear the coming train.

A light appears; a whistle blows,
the grey steel hums unyielding power.
The body braces; muscle knows
what’s won, what’s lost in every hour.

My soul sinks, weary now, wary
(and wounded, yes) … but not resigned.
Sad moments sanctify the merry,
forge wisdom in heart and mind.

This life, deep sea of joy and sorrow,
moves us toward the gifts we seek.
Bear, then, the train delivering growth.
Bless, then, the name delivering peace.

And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus (Philippians 4:7).

These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world (John 16:33).

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