http://slow.writerscafe.org/Fanderson20 The original writings of author Faith Anderson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006504 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This poem is not necessarily personal; I was walking and little fragments and sentences came to my mind for whatever reason, I decided to roll with my thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2779868/ I was listening to the song "Headlights" by Squirrel Flower and the word "longing" came to my mind and heart; these are the words I could express. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2779867/ Sometimes when we are curious about choosing to sin and we are tempted, it becomes much easier to go through with it, and oftentimes it can be a trigger for it. Only God can help stop our fall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2768915/ An honest poem about grief over losing someone. Life continues to go on and damage lingers while God mends it, but the comfort of the person's destructive presence is missed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2768914/ This poem is about Alzheimer's, which a family member of mine has. I wrote this because his condition is getting worse and I felt like I was scratching at the walls of my skull for words, & this came http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2765674/ This poem is about a male accountant who decides to escape his world and into the world of nature. It is here, where he finds what it means to be truly in love. Refer to the Note for Reviewer for more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2764933/ This poem is about how sometimes anxiety, fear, doubt, or uncertainty can be so debilitating, that it becomes terrifying to even think about what step to take and where to take that step. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2764921/ Sometimes we can forget that God will meet us exactly where we are if we call out to Him. It can be easy to get caught up in certain ways to be connected to God, when it isn't as hard as we think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2764282/ It seemed steady.Planted.Like a thick oak rooted in Earth.Like an anchor in concrete.Like a mother and child.But we drifted so slowly.I failed to notice.like a seed in the windyou were gone.like a bird lost at seayou were gone.like a dead heartbeatyou were gone.and i remained.solid in my surrou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2764280/ I wrote this on a walking trail in a park in Illinois. I saw the shadows of the leaves on the pavement, creating a kaleidoscope with the sunlight. These were the words that came to my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2764136/ This poem is personal, but to be very clear I do not worship the person I am writing about. I worship God for this person's existence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2764135/ Jesus's Resurrection means there is always hope, no matter what. No matter what graves we fall into, we can trust that He wants us to rise up and live again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2764134/ This poem is not about God, but rather shows how we make people our gods & how we are chained to them because of that. Any relationship requires a balance of mutual respect. Otherwise, it's harmful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2764133/ I seriously have no idea what this is about because I wrote it a long time ago (which idk if that's a valid reason), but let me know what you think it's about! :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2764131/ I honestly don't remember too well what this poem is about because it was written a while ago, but it may be about the covid-19 pandemic. But of course, it's up to interpretation too! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2764129/ This poem was not written in a religious context. It was written about two years ago when I was stargazing from my bedroom window. I decided to personify the star for no one in particular. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2764127/ One morning, I woke up and felt a very strong desire to go outside and walk to my neighborhood park, where there is also a small field surrounded by trees. I longed to be truly with God there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2763940/ when life sends what seems endless waves of pain, grief, and struggle, we can remember Who we cling to and Who we put our trust in to deliver and rescue us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2763862/ when i wrap myself in the dark, cold cocoon of comfortYou are my reminderto come outYou shine radiant beams of lightand warm amber glows through my eyelidsand i am softly woken upto Your Glorythe restful silence fills the cool roomand i rise like you tell me toi stride giddily to the window and i ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2763269/ This poem is a personification of a vase holding flowers and it is telling its point of view; it is also about a human being (no one in particular, just humans in general). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2763015/ It is easy to sin and lose sight of God. Oftentimes, we idolize and don't even know it. But because of God's love, grace and mercy, we are never too far gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2762047/ This poem is about homelessness. I wrote it to acknowledge the endless numbers of homeless people there are and how it can be isolating to see it as a statistic rather than individual people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2762043/ This poem is one of the most personal works I've ever written. It details my struggle with the truths about myself, which I was confronted with during the beginning of the COVID-19 pandemic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2762033/ There are gentle reminders everywhere of God's continuous work in our world, in ourselves and in all of His creations. I cannot help but be reminded of how great God is, especially when in nature. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fanderson20/2762031/