The Love Note
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Tyler Nix on Unsplash
She loves him with a love profound,
but not that well-expressed.
The sweetness sings inside her heart
but rarely leaves her chest.
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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.
Checkmate: The Nemesis
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Rick J. Brown on Unsplash
Your every move is cagey, I suspect;
and thus I am a trifle circumspect
in interactions co-opted by you.
Rise Up
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Kyle Broad on Unsplash
“You’re the worst decision I ever made,”
he said. It nearly knocked her dead.
She’d given him her heart so long ago.
She didn’t know how much that gift would cost:
she lost herself. She wasn’t faultless…
Love Is Patient; Love Is Kind
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Jonathan Meyer on Unsplash
When wells of love in me run dry,
and I no longer see
the cup of living water
kindness offers up to me,
What Greater Love Than This?
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Myriam Zilles on Unsplash
image by Myriam Zilles on UnsplashIn ancient times Christ walked upon the earth
as Son of God, a man of flesh and bone.
Some loved Him from the moment of His birth.
Some came to love Him after He was grown.
The Mountains Are Calling
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
“Autumn’s Harmony” by Rachel Pettit
Take me to the mountain crest
along a winding trail.
Let the sweet air fill my chest;
lift me like a sail.
Christ in the Wilderness
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
“Christ in the Wilderness” art by Stanley Spencer
Larger than life am I, thy Lord, and yet
I too must wander in the wilderness,
must wield the crushing weight of man’s distress,
must cleanse the fallen earth in blood and sweat.
Be Still and Grow
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
photo by Francesca Woodman
Sometimes, life’s colors spin away and set us spinning, too.
The air about us thickens, and we lose our point of view.