Thy Grace Astounds
©2021 Susan Noyes Anderson (text only)
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We do not see thee;
we are blind, and yet
we feel thy hand.
We do not see thee;
we are blind, and yet
we feel thy hand.
Always hold your people close.
Don’t let them stray too far.
Bear them within, as a reminder
who you really are.
Time heals all wounds, so they say,
but do these words hold true?
If yes, such healing plays me false, son,
when it comes to you.
Rain just gotta fall some time.
Fierce rain just gotta fall.
Sailing this sleek, silver ship
across an ocean of mustard, scrub oak
and California wildflowers;
I can almost feel the wind in my face,
the sea spray on my cheeks,
the ballast in my sails.
The sun fell out of the sky one day.
I propped it up on a flow of words.
It hung in a rather precarious way,
fluttered about like a wind-tossed bird.
I like to think
he’s with us still,
a photo on the window sill,
a memory of days gone by,
a shadow in his sister’s eye.
Photo by Esaias Tan on Unsplash
Soon or late, life teaches lessons
few would choose to learn.
Ours is, at best, a rocky path
with many a twist and turn.