Standing Sure
©2025 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Terry Tan de Hao on Unsplash
My roots are planted,
but they’re running fallow,
too shallow for the work
I need to do.
My roots are planted,
but they’re running fallow,
too shallow for the work
I need to do.
Life hurts. Love heals.
God allows us all the feels.
Hardship rains down on our hearts –
clouds our vision, stops our starts.
2025 is here, the new year
looking less than bright.
A dark path looms before my eyes;
my heart is longing for more light.
Courage comes more easily,
when you still have a choice.
How can you show up brave if
you don’t even have a voice?
Is everyone here filled with dread,
or am I the exception?
These people seem too tranquil for
Oncology reception.
I woke up with one thought today,
one bracing bit of spirit wealth:
In life, there is no gift more sweet
than the freedom to be yourself.
My hair is falling down like rain –
disaster in the making.
These wisps and tendrils, once admired,
are borderline law-breaking.
We build ourselves just like a house
in this sojourn on earth.
Creatively, we’ve got the skills –
a blessing of our birth.
I’m doing some restructuring
I thought I’d done already.
And yet this house, however loved,
is holding less than steady.