©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson
Faith lost is like a promise broken
somewhere in the night.
Unanswered pleas in words unspoken
push away the light.
Soft shadows fall into the soul,
then deepen as they take control
of golden rays and hopeful dreams
till nothing shines and little gleams.
Resist the seeping of the dawn;
believe the moon, the star.
Look up until all doubts are gone.
Remember whose you are.
10 comments:
As beautiful as ever, Sue, and as easy to read and take in. I have always seen faith as a gift. In the beginning I did nothing to have had it bestowed, but first my parents and then I have had to care for it and treat it as the most special thing that it is. It's easier than we realise to lose that gift.
Happy May birthday to you!
Beautiful and inspiring.
Loved that last line. Something I need to be reminded of often. I also really love the pictures that you find to go with your poems. Awesome job Sue.
So well expressed, Sue! It's all to easy to let the happenings in our lives take over so that we forget the bigger picture.
That poem is so lovely, Sue. Faith and doubt surround us sometimes, and it is important to see our creator and his endless creations around us. We need have gratitude for Him and recognize that we are His.
Blessings, love and hugs!
Sue, I felt as though this were written for me! Struggling but better. I have a post almost ready that tells a little about P's death. I hope to post it in the next couple of days. Thanks so much for your condolences. Means a lot coming from you . . . XO
You said it so well Sue, "Look up until all doubts are gone"….that is the secret to regaining faith. But so often people go in the opposite direction of that and then wonder why they are lost.
It is hard at times. We are human after all. It is funny, I was talking to a friend today, because he could tell as soon as I got to church that I was off a bit. And it was nothing big, just little things. I broke a jar this morning trying to open it. The boys were nagging. There were no towels when I got out of the shower. My wife forgot her purse and we had to go back. Nothing significant. Nothing like an earth quake, or having no food. But enough to get me off for a bit. Remembering who made us, definitely helps. And perhaps we need to work on strengthening our faith in our times of contentment, so when we need it, it is stronger.
I am never too far away. Thanks for the little note today.
I should send this to my brother. He's been struggling with his faith lately and needs to be reminded that sometimes answers are NO and tomorrow can bring miracles. Love your poem.
Hey! I've missed you. Hope all is well with those twins and the rest of your clan.
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