Evening Falls
©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson
Evening falls like gentle rain
upon the weary day.
The colors fade, then flash once more
before they pass away.
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Evening falls like gentle rain
upon the weary day.
The colors fade, then flash once more
before they pass away.
Image by Vedran V. Pasalic
A woman is a tree of life;
the heavens know her grace.
In her is found an essence that
eclipses time and space.
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.
How bless’d are we by all of God’s creation!
What miracles attend His outstretched hand!
Adoring is our gaze across the mountains,
Appreciative, our feet upon the land.
©2009 Susan Noyes Anderson
When wintry winds and stormy seas
Make all the world seem bleak,
When hope is difficult to find
And peace is hard to seek,
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.”
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–
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;