Charity Is Love
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
Charity is love, pure love…
a sacred gift from up above
that brightens every day we live,
empow’ring us to lift, forgive
and serve each other, come what may,
in Jesus Christ’s appointed way.
Spiritual Poems
These spiritual poems may be used free of charge, for non-commercial use only. Spirituality is a powerful force for good in our world. I hope these spiritual poems will be a source of inspiration and peace to all who read them. With that purpose in mind, I am making them available for public use and enjoyment. (Please email a request for permission before using one of my spiritual poems. Include full copyright information on every copy. For internet use, a link back to the poem on this site is required.)
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Vistas
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
Who looks at the world
from a soaring height
with a lofty point of view
A Lent Well Spent
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
ignoring Lent
was never meant
the message simply wasn’t sent
Life Flight
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
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.
On Wishes, Sorrows, and Tomorrows
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
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.
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.
The Mother Tree
©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson
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.
Neglect Not the Gift That Is in Thee…
©1999 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
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?