The Leavening Gift of Atonement
©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
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.
Easter Poems
As a poet who loves Easter and everything (sacred or secular) that it represents, I couldn’t resist the chance to drop a few of these Easter poems in your basket to see if you feel the same way I do about this wonderful season of renewal. (Please email a request for permission before using and include full copyright information on every copy. For internet use, a link back to the poem on this site is required.)
FINDING THE POEM YOU WANT: As you scroll through this section, simply read each snippet sample (usually the first four lines) to get a feel for the poem. When you find something you like, click “CONTINUE READING” to view the entire poem.
Living Water: Cleansing the Disciples
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
Leather sandals, dusty feet,
soles worn out in service.
Lessons taught, lessons learned;
stilled souls waiting, nervous.
Service, Ritual, Redemption:
Washing the Disciple’s Feet
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
image from turnbacktogod.com
To bathe soiled feet was but a servant’s lot,
eschewed by men whose station lent them grace.
These did not stoop to take a lowly place,
nor pause to wonder if, one day, they ought.
A Lent Well Spent
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
ignoring Lent
was never meant
the message simply wasn’t sent
The Man of Galilee
©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson
Gethsemane brought Jesus to His knees.
“Remove this cup from me,” He dared to ask.
His humble prayer, “Thy will, not mine, be done,”
allowed no respite from the fearsome task.
The Women
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson, Star Light, Star Books, Inc.
They came to do Him honor,
weary-faced, and
stonily,
their footsteps traced
the path
to where He lay.
Easter Collection
©1981 Susan Noyes Anderson
I.
Christ, our glorious Elder Brother
Noble, perfect, free from sin
Firstborn Son of Heavenly Father
In all things like unto Him
He Walked Alone
©2009 Susan Noyes Anderson
Jerusalem, He entered like a King.
with shouts of acclamation, fronds of palm.
But these gave way to fear, and none were with Him.
To His stripes, loving hands applied no balm.