Graves and Chairities
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
What does it mean?
I am part of a scene,
and the chairs are filled
with ghosts.
If no more alive,
I would rather arrive
in a field graced by
heav’nly hosts.
Author Archive
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.
Climbing My Family Tree
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
When life is less than kind to me,
I climb right up my family tree.
The Story Seed
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
I planted a little story seed,
just placed it deeply in the ground
and, fertilizing carefully,
spread all the dirt and mulch around.
Hiking the Wind
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
The sky is in fluffy white pieces today…
a drift-covered mountain, aglow.
Come as a Child
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
O, that the meekness of a child might somehow be my own!
My heart would never turn from Thee to find my way alone.
Signs of the Times
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
Earth moves and mankind trembles,
rocked by fear of the unknown.
The mountains shift beneath our feet,
displacing sand and stone.
The Cure
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
When chamomile tea she slurped,
Leigh stayed awake but soundly burped.
The melatonin was okay,
but left her groggy the next day.
Finding Brillig:
AKA Rocking the Jabberwock
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
Image from Central Park by Eric S.
We all step through the looking glass,
but each one takes a different ride.
Some fall head-first like Alice did
while others take a measured stride.