The Ballad of St. Joan:
A Cautionary Tale
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
Joan didn’t want to sing next week.
What happened to free choice?
She didn’t need a chance to grow;
she had a perfect voice.
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Joan didn’t want to sing next week.
What happened to free choice?
She didn’t need a chance to grow;
she had a perfect voice.
If all your world is painted blue,
Then no one else can change your view.
No pretty words or handsome face
Will make your world a brighter place.
Who looks at the world
from a soaring height
with a lofty point of view
There is a time to test our wings…
to strike out on our own.
But those who go the distance
rarely choose to fly alone.
I’d like to be a giving tree,
then I would shed for you
enough of leaves to keep you warm
and dry the winter through.
Are we condemned to take our lives for granted?
Must loss be felt (or feared) before the joy?
Does gratitude grow stale when goodness gathers,
when all is well with every girl and boy?
life has a rhythm all its own
it bends and dips and flows
it moves through channels
swirls in eddies
goes and stops and goes
The gift is given. Will we make a space
within the cluttered circles of our lives?
As mothers, daughters, sisters, friends and wives,
will we lay hold or run an endless race?