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.
A rock is sure, reliable,
predictable and sane.
Its nature, set in solid stone,
shows little wax or wane.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
Plant all my roots in rich brown earth
and stretch my branches wide.
Let golden rays of morning sun
fill every space inside.
Our hearts are turned to thee, dear Lord,
on this and every Christmas day.
Thy loving grace hath set us free
to give sorrow and sin away.