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
Feeling Crazy
The level of craze
in the world these days, highlights
what’s still out of sight.
We humans invent,
on “progress” we’re bent, believing
stories we’re weaving.
But we turn our backs
on what it all lacks, the lies
and how the world cries.
If only we’d see
our humanity, the All,
will we feel the call?
Together we’d heal,
and we wouldn’t feel – crazy,
but only maybe.
We ALL must decide
in sane we’ll reside, make peace
will be the release –
from crazy.
© Susan L Hart 2026 / Hart eBooks / Get a free ebook / Humanity’s Future
