Whale
Our telepathy
meets in a monumental
hello of two hearts.
I call, you come, and
brush gently against the boat,
crooning your love song.
Pausing a moment,
is that a wink I detect?
You flirt, then farewell!
Will you invite me
to frolic in frothing waves?
Besotted, I wait.
Whale is an excerpt from Our Beautiful Earth 2nd Edition
© Susan L Hart 2026 / SusanLHart.com / Find me also at humanitysfuture.substack.com
By Your Grace
Dear Pachamama,
it’s unnerving when
you rant and roll,
rattling your saber –
An empty threat?
I feel Earth slide,
my life tenuous
beneath my feet.
Tornados & floods,
hail & hurricanes,
this earthquake
another reminder
that we live always
by your grace, so
live today, death’s
but a tremor away.
By Your Grace is an excerpt from Our Beautiful Earth 2nd Edition
© Susan L Hart 2026 / SusanLHart.com / Find me also at humanitysfuture.substack.com
“Anna walked over to the edge of the cliff, and the panorama took her breath away. Down there walking in the forest she felt embraced, she might even call it loved, by the trees. Up here she could see a bigger view of them. For the first time in her life, Anna felt like she was part of something much bigger than the trees, the sky overhead, and her.“
Today get this magic realism fiction story as a free download. Join Anna in her quest to find out why the redwood trees across the creek are calling to her night after night in her dreams…
My poem The Trees Weep is an excerpt from Humanity’s Lament: Poetry for Our Times
© Susan L Hart 2026 / SusanLHart.com / Find me also on Substack at Humanity’s Future
Loving the Land
The Indigenous,
their wisdom that was buried,
it’s time to unearth.
Our Earth’s consciousness
is the voice we should follow,
our resonant heart.
Technology leads
us down a garden path, but
not to our Eden.
The Tree of Life calls,
do you feel its pull, its song,
inviting us home?
© Susan L Hart 2026 / SusanLHart.com / Find me also at my Substack site Humanity’s Future
Black & White & Rainbows
Right, wrong,
north, south,
black, white,
which way do I go?
I have walked the flat
gray plane of existence
that this 3rd dimension
too often can be,
futilely exploring
the monotones of
an oft desolate place,
where each small
blade of grass shivers
sadly in the landscape,
calling out to the sky.
And I’ve wondered –
If white is all color,
and black its absence,
where are the colors between?
So I left that plane
and I’m climbing
a shining mountain;
I will not rest ’til
I find all my colors,
that grand view above
a too narrow horizon.
The trek is exhilarating,
the views are breathtaking,
and I’m heading for that
brilliant peak yonder.
It’s the place of my dreams,
where rainbows gleam
and eagles soar,
and my soul can live free.
Black & White & Rainbows © Susan L Hart / From Soul Journey: The Poetry of Life
