What Will We Give?
©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson
image from churchofjesuschrist.org
The Savior in Gethsemane
consumed our sins on bended knee,
took every sorrow, every loss
and broke them on the rough-hewn cross.
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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.
The Path of Peace
©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by TJ Holowaychuk on Unsplash
I love those peaceful moments of the heart,
when mind and spirit finally run free,
the fleeting moments, seldom set apart,
when every soul is stilled to breathe, to be.
Touchstones
©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Anna Bezzubova on Unsplash
A rock is sure, reliable,
predictable and sane.
Its nature, set in solid stone,
shows little wax or wane.
Christmas Joys
©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson
Photo ©2016, Anita Schiller Terry
At Christmas, simple things are best:
A family meal, a day of rest,
A sprig of holly on the tree,
A sweet noel, sung joyfully.
Woman, Be Bold
©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Miguel Bruna on Unsplash
Draw lightning from the sky.
Call down the rain on shifting sands.
Become the one who understands
where strength resides.
Control the tides; create your wake;
trust in your flow for its own sake.
No looking back, except to marvel
at the glory. You live the story.
Sharing the Burden
©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Jackson David on Unsplash
When my burden seems overlarge,
I flatter myself that I’m in charge.
Yet every cross was borne before
by One who comprehends much more
of trial and sorrow, grief and pain,
than I could ever hope to gain.
The Fall from Grace
©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Eric Ward on Unsplash
When I look in and cannot hide
the emptiness that reigns inside,
I wonder what has altered me,
erasing hues I used to see.
Love Sings
©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Javardh on Unsplash
Love is a shell in golden sand,
a secret in a willing hand,
a piece of beauty worth its keep,
as mighty as the sea is deep.