Musings on Faith
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
Faith is a simple, splendid thing:
the substance of things that are not seen,
the evidence that hope is real,
the choice to trust in what we feel.
Faith is a simple, splendid thing:
the substance of things that are not seen,
the evidence that hope is real,
the choice to trust in what we feel.
“I’m not getting any younger,”
said the spider to the fly.
“When into my web you blunder,
could you let me know you’re nigh?
Man and woman.
Heaven’s grace
reaching, touching
altar’s lace.
The old regard the new
with disapproving view,
resentful of the day
ebullience slips away.
I am not comfortable with war
and yet, through history,
the proof that battles must be fought
is starkly clear to me.
The gift is blood and sacrifice
to free us all from sin.
The prize is God’s own kingdom,
ours to shun or enter in.
I ask you, Will a man rob God?
My heart would answer nay.
It’s hard to think a child of His
would thus be led astray.
Joan didn’t want to sing next week.
What happened to free choice?
She didn’t need a chance to grow;
she had a perfect voice.