Here’s to the Days
©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson
Here’s to the days when our smiles came easy,
bright against the morning sun…
days of soft winds, mild and breezy,
days that made our hearts feel young.
Here’s to the days when our smiles came easy,
bright against the morning sun…
days of soft winds, mild and breezy,
days that made our hearts feel young.
I do have the faith to be healed.
How does God weigh our prayers
if the outcome is sealed?
Are we asking amiss to
petition our bliss when
the Lord’s will has not been revealed?
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.