The Women
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson, Star Light, Star Books, Inc.
William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1825-1905)
They came to do Him honor,
weary-faced, and
stonily,
their footsteps traced
the path
to where He lay.
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They came to do Him honor,
weary-faced, and
stonily,
their footsteps traced
the path
to where He lay.
High on the mountain’s rocky crest,
an eagle soars to make its nest––
surrounded by nature’s majesty,
riding the wind so strong and free.
Leather, binding
onion skin
paper, fragile,
wafer~thin.
Daughters of God – What glory is inherent in that title!
Offspring of an eternal being, what role could be more vital?
But there is more – our Father loves us individually,
for once we walked and talked with Him, and gathered at His knee.
If you make the Lord your lighthouse,
He will guide your passage through
every shallow, rocky channel
till the harbor is in view.
If you make the Lord your partner,
He will guide your passage through
every shallow, rocky channel
till the harbor is in view.
Sometimes I’d like to be
the type
who lives my life
without a backward glance––
and I would dance
through days
unburdened, fancy-free.
The dawn in a nightgown of glistening dew
Arouses the sun from her beauty sleep,
To paint from a palette of every hue
A sky that enchants us from slumber deep.