The Very First Messages That Suzanne Giesemann Received From Spirit Were In The Form Of Poems. Suzanne Does Not Write Poetry And This Was A Way For Her Guides To Convince Her That The Messages Were Truly From Spirit. The Very First Poem From Spirit Was Delivered On July 12, 2009. After One Year, Her Guides Switched To Delivering Their Messages In Prose. Enjoy This First Year Of Poems Filled With Inspiration And Wisdom
Poem #208 – Share Your Love
Sing aloud with all your heart.
Let your voice ring out.
When you feel the love inside,
Don’t be afraid to shout.
There’s far […]
Poem #207 – One
One is a singular number.
It stands alone, all by itself.
Like a solitary soldier…
A single book upon a shelf.
But One can […]
Poem #206 – Light
Sunrise,
And light begins to fill the sky.
The beauty of nature
Appears before the eye.
The warmth of the sun
Can be felt on […]
205 – Believe!
Believe in yourself.
It’s the best gift you can give.
For when you believe,
You let your soul live.
Belief forms your thoughts
And from […]
Poem #204 – Do Not Despair
Sinking, sinking into despair.
Falling deeper, beyond repair.
Or so you think.
You cannot see a source of hope.
You contemplate a gun or […]
Poem #203 – Survival
The hawk circles slowly in flight.
Its wings as black as the darkest night.
He scans the field for movement slight.
Hoping for […]
202 – On Emotions
Guard your emotions closely.
They’re a potent form of expression.
With this form of experience
You go from ecstasy to depression.
Emotions are your […]
Poem 201 – Go With the Flow
Life is a journey.
A river that flows into eternity.
This piece of it upon which you float
Is but a segment.
You never […]
Poem #200 – On Perfection
Perfection comes at a cost.
With it creativity is lost.
When you make things so exact
There can be no room to act.
This […]
Poem #199 – Balance
Symptoms of sickness show up in the body.
Pain, discomfort, a limb that is shoddy.
Do not simply ignore what you feel.
A […]
Poem #198 – About Music
A tone goes up, a tone goes down
Creating harmony with the sound.
Music is a lovely gift
That’s meant to give your […]
Poem #197
A triangular fin
Slices through the surface …
Menacing.
Bathers run in fear
Sensing danger near.
Panic ensues.
Mothers grab their children and run.
The end of […]