We Stand as One
©2025 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Corina Ardele on Unsplash
Reaching for light,
blooms bright against the
coming of the night,
we stand as one and shun
the close of day.
I am an LDS poet, a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Making these LDS poems (“Mormon” poems) available to others was one of my main reasons for creating this poetry site. People frequently asked me, “Do you have a poem for this…?” It seemed easier to place them all on a website where everyone could find exactly what they needed. Feel free to use these LDS poems in talks, lessons, programs or the like. Do be sure to include full copyright information on every hard or internet copy. Please email a request for permission before using one of my LDS poems. For internet use, a link back to this site is required. Thanks, and enjoy your visit!
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Reaching for light,
blooms bright against the
coming of the night,
we stand as one and shun
the close of day.
When I was a girl, I sowed dreams and climbed rainbows.
The earth was my playground, the sky my balloon.
And Jesus was with me in all of creation.
The wonder of childhood is gone all too soon.
When I was a child, I spake as a child;
I saw as a child would see.
When I was a child, I conquered the world,
secure on my father’s knee.
I do have the faith to be healed.
How does God weigh our prayers
if the outcome is sealed?
Are we asking amiss to
petition our bliss when
the Lord’s will has not been revealed?
Life hurts. Love heals.
God allows us all the feels.
Hardship rains down on our hearts –
clouds our vision, stops our starts.
2025 is here, the new year
looking less than bright.
A dark path looms before my eyes;
my heart is longing for more light.
I woke up with one thought today,
one bracing bit of spirit wealth:
In life, there is no gift more sweet
than the freedom to be yourself.