How can a Planet
Filled with billions of people
Feel so desolate?
©1994 :Susan-kay: Nelson.
From the Book, “Whispering Spirits of the Soul”
The Tree did not know
That it could not grow in the
Cement, so it did.
©1994 :Susan-kay: Nelson.
From the Book, “Whispering Spirits of the Soul”
“An Angel is here.”
Whispered the dying young girl
To her family.
©1994 :Susan-kay: Nelson.
From the Book, “Whispering Spirits of the Soul”
I once had a friend.
Just like a Leaf on water
He drifted away.
©1994 :Susan-kay: Nelson.
From the Book, “Whispering Spirits of the Soul”
Watch the Seagull dive
In deep Ocean, searching food.
I search, not for food.
©1994 :Susan-kay: Nelson.
From the Book, “Whispering Spirits of the Soul”
Many in cages
Waiting for someone else to
Come and set them free.
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Death is soft green grass.
Life is a long gravel road.
Gravel hurts my feet.
©1994 :Susan-Kay: Nelson.
From the Book, “Whispering Spirits of the Soul”
The Full Moon stood still
Waiting in the silent Sky
For the Wolves to sing.
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
His final words were,
“I can’t buy more time to right
All the wrongs I’ve done.”
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
The Fireman said,
“All was lost except your Dog.”
That’s all that mattered.
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
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