O Remember, Remember
©2025 Susan Noyes Anderson
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Each life refines a heart divine.
Our spirit gifts abound.
As God’s own children, we belong
where light and love are found.
Each life refines a heart divine.
Our spirit gifts abound.
As God’s own children, we belong
where light and love are found.
A man and woman love, they mate,
and from that union, they create
a temple for God’s spirit child
entrusted to their care.
My mother’s love is mine to keep.
It cannot die – nor does it sleep,
but warms me like the golden sun
with rays too strong to be undone.
Each memory its own comfort gives,
a sweet reminder that she lives
and loves and watches from afar,
as bright and constant as a star.
No strangers to the rocky plains were these.
The rugged mountains tore no virgin feet
on this (their last) descent, made bittersweet
by absent souls, carried in memories.
No ridicule allowed?
What cloud
have you been living under?
You always make me
laugh out loud –
Let no man put asunder
your penchant for
amusing me with
blunder after blunder.
In Eden, one tree stood above the rest.
Its fruit, though sweet and luscious, was forbidden.
The serpent held out knowledge as a prize,
beguiling Eve with nuance, gently hidden.
My fate belongs to me alone,
compelled by neither king nor throne.
I choose the pathway I will trod,
a freedom granted me by God.
Reaching for light,
blooms bright against the
coming of the night,
we stand as one and shun
the close of day.