©2022 Susan Noyes Anderson

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Gray waves, pounding on the shore,
give shelter to this mother’s roar
of anguish. You are here no more.

©2022 Susan Noyes Anderson

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Small white crosses dot green grasses,
children who will play no more.
Bright-eyed boys and lively lasses,
robbed of all life held in store.

©2022 Susan Noyes Anderson

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I chart my course in life with words
that rise up like the northern star
and lead me, yet my words fall short
of lifting me to where you are.

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Life leaves its mark on everyone:
a bruise, a scrape, a scar.
But none of these define us.
There is more to who we are.
We cannot alter circumstance;
God only holds that power.
We cannot stop or start the rain
that falls on every flower.
It is not ours to shift the winds
of fortune, foul or fair.
Nor can we pick the troubles
we find easiest to bear.

©2022 Susan Noyes Anderson

I was a shooting star, my mother said,
a force as bright and bold as sun and sea.
Mom’s heart claimed me with joy that never fled––
her lightning bolt of untamed energy.

©2022 Susan Noyes Anderson

Wesley Tingey

Because of Christ, we know a love
that fills the earth and sky–
a selfless and redeeming love
the world cannot deny.
Because of Him, what’s wrong on earth
will, one day, be made right.
His path is ours to understand:
the Way, the Truth, the Light.

©2022 Susan Noyes Anderson

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When everything is said and done,
it all comes down to cheese.
Will you take it? Can you leave it?
Does it bring you to your knees?

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I know it’s true, of course––quite real;
yet somehow, I can’t help but feel
that nothing else is real if you are gone.