©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson

Just jotting down a word or two
to let you know that I love you
and need you, too, if truth were told.
(The bathroom grout is sprouting mold.)

©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson

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Easter means more to those who know
the echo of a voice unheard,
the sound of silence in the air,
the loss that leaves no parting word.

©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson

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The Savior in Gethsemane
consumed our sins on bended knee,
took every sorrow, every loss
and broke them on the rough-hewn cross.

©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson

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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.

©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson

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A rock is sure, reliable,
predictable and sane.
Its nature, set in solid stone,
shows little wax or wane.

©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.

©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson

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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.

©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson

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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.