on a swing
©2009 Susan Noyes Anderson
photograph ©2009 Heather Murry Anderson
sturdy seat
happy sigh
dangling feet
open sky
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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.
Fall Leaves
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
(poem only-image depicted here is not taken from His Children)
All living things must yield;
the cycle is revealed.
A leaf, once green, turns brown
then, falling to the ground,
His Children
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Photograph by Anita Schiller ©2003, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Though some have more and some have less
All have the gifts that He imparts
His children will find happiness
Not in belongings they possess
But in the longings of their hearts
Though some have more and some have less
Small Fry
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
(poem only-image depicted here is not taken from His Children)
God’s little ones are most content.
They make no arrogant demand,
but try to fill each simple need
by taking on the task at hand.
∞§∞
“That’s the real trouble with the world; too many people grow up.”
– Walt Disney
“It takes a very long time to become young.” – Pablo Picasso
“Maturity is the moment one regains one’s innocence.” – Marty Rubin
“Listen to the child in you and follow its innocence.” – Munia Khan
Cellular Trio
Susan Noyes Anderson ©2003, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Photograph by Anita Schiller ©2003, His Children, Vantage Point Press
The past stands patiently behind our backs
Invisible at times, or just unseen
Obscured by haste and waste and quantum facts
Upstaged by beeper, phone and fax machine
The Promise
©1999 Susan Noyes Anderson, Awaken Your Spiritual Power, Karisma Press (poem only)
image by Jordan Wozniak on Unsplash
The sun will rise each day, and night will fall.
We here can only wait, and watch, and see.
It is not ours to tamper with the flow
Of nature, nor mistrust her majesty.
The Painter
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Photograph ©2009 Heather Murry Anderson
with brush in hand
the world unfolds
ain’t color grand
each stroke explodes
Cathye,
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller
Don’t mess with me
Don’t crowd my space
You’re in my way
You’re in my face