heart of the matter
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
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black lives matter
his life matters
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Susan Noyes Anderson
Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.
Covid Carousel
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
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A merry-go-round is Covid, friends.
Somehow, we will ride through it.
The CDC has put out info.
Why don’t we review it?
Empty Spaces
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
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Every day a hundred ways to know you are gone.
Sometimes, I can’t help but wish that I could move on.
You left me with so many spaces, so many empty places,
left me with so many spaces, too many empty places.
Come, Warm Your Hands
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
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A question in grief group last week gave me pause,
“Are you struggling more now, with Covid the cause?”
Answers varied, and yet most replies shared a thread:
We were already maxed-out on grieving our dead.
Losing children had broken us, brought us so low
that in truth, there was not that much further to go.
He Prayed; We Pray
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
Jesus Praying, by Joseph Atta
The Savior’s life was lived in prayer,
a custom born of love and need.
So many pains were His to bear,
so many causes His to plead.
On Light, Solitude, and Covid19
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
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image by Clarissa Meyer on UnsplashSolitude is so much sweeter
when it isn’t forced,
when it is freely sought
and freely ended.
Reflections from an Angel Son
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
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image by Ralf Skirr on UnsplashA breeze as gentle as can be
rises above the northern sea,
slips beyond a starry sky,
brushes him with a wishful sigh.
It ruffles softly through his hair,
dusts lilting bits of sweetness there,
each dear, familiar melody
awash in love and memory.
Hear Him: An Easter Gift to Christ
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
Inspired by President Russell M. Nelson’s conference talk, April 2020
Art by Simon Dewey
As Easter beckons to my soul,
one question fills my humbled heart.
In honoring Christ’s sacrifice,
how will I know my sacred part?