Time seems to crawl by
During Dark Nights of the Soul
Waiting for the Dawn.
:Susan-kay :Hanzlik.
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She asked, “What does it
Feel like to be protected
And loved by a man?”
:Susan-kay :Hanzlik.
The days feel vacant
Like a cupboard robbed of food.
Who then is the Thief?
:Susan-kay :Hanzlik.
Right now. This moment.
Is where we can make the choice
To refuse the lies…
:Susan-kay :Hanzlik.
It’s interesting
How we can allow ourselves
To not see the Truth…
:Susan-kay :Hanzlik.
Should you encounter
“Vague” communication, watch…
And pay attention…
:Susan-kay :Hanzlik.
I now realize
That what I had been told is
Simply not the case…
:Susan-kay :Hanzlik.
Dear Americans,
Our Wild Horses and Burros
Need saving right now!
:Susan-kay :Hanzlik.
The man at her Door
Does not care that she now has
Nowhere else to go…
:Susan-kay :Hanzlik.
The constant waiting
Has now reached critical mass.
The Dam has broken…
:Susan-kay :Hanzlik.
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