Written in response to war
That Rabbit Hole
Everything that came out of that rabbit hole was different. I don’t know why. Or who built it. But, I had scooped out so many things and each one was different after being there. My brothers didn’t believe me. They chanted, “That’s exactly how it looked. It’s exactly the same. It don’t matter that you found it there. Ain’t nobody made that hole for you.” Sometimes I laid in bed hearing their voices, high and mighty about what they thought. One day they gave me something they told me could never change. “Go try to put that down the rabbit hole, they said. Even you will agree, you’ll see.” So here I am. I don’t believe them. I’m not sure how long it’s going to take. But, I bet it will be different when I come back and scoop it out. Years later I thought to myself that’s why it always was different for me. Because I believed it would change. I became that rabbit hole. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - 311- Amber
2026
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The Rustle of a Thousand Leaves
I kept myself still in the forest, Listening. The rustle of a thousand leaves, Moving. The wind carried their sounds to me by the happenstance way their branches held them. Everything attached to something else. The lingering smell of bark and grass as if rubbed together. Heady I am inside thinking to become a tree or a leaf kept still in the forest, So still I stayed. When it came time to leave I never really did. For I am wet leaves in a black sea now. Floating amongst the waves. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved - Song Selections - Livets Ånde (lyric video + english translation) - Judah Earl & Hannah Yoo
2025
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Written in response to war
What is it that saves humanity from itself? The God messages speaking the faith to listen. The little child growing a long beard far from where he grew up. Singing that long song for others. About faith and loss. About love and hope. About our conscience. I saw the trees forming a river of tears as they were sawed down. Pieces of the wrong human puzzle we put together. I see the weary eyes that stay closed and vacant. Casualties of mankind’s decisions. I know the greyed sky was blue once with white clouds that held galloping horses and brave young men. The clouds have vanished and all that remains are thousands upon thousands of death bomb pictures. Unbearable scars. One, a mother holding tightly to her sobbing child. Many more too difficult to view. We are not saved. We are not saved. We never will be this way. Copyright - Susy Kamber All Rights Reserved Song Selection - War - Edwin Starr
2026
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