Homeland Of Our Hearts

Homeland Of Our Hearts
© Surazeus
2025 02 09

With every leaf that falls on temple steps 
to measure progress of seasonal change, 
we sit together in the cool tree shade 
to feel strange sorrow of the river flow 
urge our hearts to beat with respectful love 
as we feel our bodies and minds decay. 

I want more bold passion out of this life 
than waiting in dim shadows of the sun 
for Death to flash my soul back to the stars, 
yet I feel paralyzed with shock of fear 
that gang of greedy men with sticks and stones 
chased us from fertile land our fathers tilled. 

We worked soil of this farm two hundred years, 
extracting many wagonsful of ripe wheat 
to bake bread that has fed bodies and souls 
of every family living in this town, 
yet, jealous of our principled success, 
they nursed hate with greed to seize fruitful fields. 

Since we possess knowledge for growing wheat, 
and they know nothing but how to attack, 
we can apply our secret family skills 
to grow wheat anywhere on river shores 
while they will fail and lay waste to our farm, 
proving our legal right of stewardship. 

Though we were driven out with prejudice 
from fields of heaven we tended with care, 
we can build heaven in waste land of hell 
by nurturing seeds with rivulets of hope, 
while their careless greed wastes heaven to hell 
by trashing rich crops with dishonest greed. 

If any divine judge rules in the sky, 
and perceives injustice of harsh abuse 
we suffer from exploiters with cruel hands, 
then heaven will mandate our right of place 
to dwell between the river and the sea 
with creative hands that craft the land well. 

Alas for justice we will never know 
that no omniscient deity in heaven 
has power to adjust slow wheels of fortune 
so fate rewards intentions of our hearts 
to create with faith rather than destroy 
paradise where every person lives well. 

Though we have lost the homeland of our hearts, 
the world, new lit by eager rays of dawn, 
that stretches wide before our hopeful feet, 
offers us endless opportunities 
with generous bounty of indifferent growth 
so we treasure home wherever we roam.