The Cycle Continues
©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson
I saw this brave little tree today,
pushing her way through a stump of wood.
She lifted my heart in such a way
that a rush of grief was held at bay,
yielded to truth and a greater good.
Hope Poems
I hope you will enjoy this collection of my personal hope poems. Writing them brought me joy, and maybe they will do the same for you. Hope poems offer motivation when we’re down, inspiration when we’re stuck in neutral, and validation when we’re on top of the world. Hope really is that “thing with feathers on.” It is my hope that readers will fly through this collection on silver wings and soar to new heights. Or at the very least, feel like maybe good things are possible.
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Hold Fast to Hope and Fireflies
©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Warren Wong on Unsplash
I used to have a firefly inside me,
a certain spark against the dark of night,
her wings translucent threads of hope and dreaming,
her glow as magical as soft starlight.
The Path of Peace
©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by TJ Holowaychuk on Unsplash
I love those peaceful moments of the heart,
when mind and spirit finally run free,
the fleeting moments, seldom set apart,
when every soul is stilled to breathe, to be.
Burdens to Blessings
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Jurica Koletic on Unsplash
When life rears up and strikes me down,
when all the world turns bleak,
I look to God for hope and find
the comfort that I seek.
Choosing Hope
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Casey Horner on Unsplash
When bleakness reigns, refuse to yield,
for you were meant to sing.
Bow down your head against the storm,
then set your heart on spring.
On Hope
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Ronak Valobobhai on Unsplash
The cynic in me flirts with gloom
when something makes me grieve.
But I won’t let it rent a room.
HOPE is what I believe.
Hope Lost, Hope Found
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Patrick Schneider on Unsplash
The heavy desert heat
assaulted her,
shut down her cool,
absorbed her essence,
stole from her the
right to breathe.
Encircled in Thine Arms
©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson
image from churchofjesuschrist.org
O Savior, thou art good to me.
Encircled in thine arms, I find
the salve for every weeping wound,
the balm to ease my troubled mind.