©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson

When life is getting hard for me,
I climb up in my favorite tree
and look down on the world below
where grass is green and flowers grow.

©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson

Grandpa’s a really good guy.
He knows how to make a kid fly.
He fills up his jeanses
with bright jelly beanses

©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson

Some of Thy children think of Thee
in terms that make no sense to me:
“…as large as life itself, yet small,
with no body or parts at all.”

©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson

Winter has a beauty all its own,
a framework urging men to look within
and find the quiet hush in every soul…
that peaceful place where new growth must begin.

©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson

We’re picking out a Christmas tree.
Oh boy, I just can’t wait!
December 25th is near––
It’s time to celebrate.

©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press (poem only)

If ever earth and sky should spin away
and love and truth lie crumbled at your feet,
when all around and in you cries defeat
and hope and faith seem merely words to say–

©2009 Susan Noyes Anderson

Photo courtesy of O Charm of Nothingness, So Madly Decked!

Though troubles come and troubles go
amidst this life of joy and tears,
while things we love and things we know
are sometimes lost to grief or fears;

©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
(image not taken from His Children)

To see her hands
their beauty weave
restored my faith
made my heart conceive