Empty Sky Of Faith

Empty Sky Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 04 15

Oak trees that arch over the home-lined lane 
conclave our neighborhood with ambience 
that shines with grand cathedral elegance 
of calm security which shields our lives 
from political turbulence of greed 
that roils old institutions of our state. 

Small herds of deer, that prance with skittish grace 
across oak-shaded streets of solitude, 
play in lush backyards of our neighborhood 
with innocent observance of desire, 
far from tense chess games in law-tensiled courts 
fought between fearful gangs for thought-control. 

Bright green glow of advancing dawn light rays 
enshroud safe haven of my private home 
with calm assurance of stoic respect 
for caustic forces of dramatic ploys 
the weak king exudes with rage to enforce 
vain power of his fake authority. 

Red-feathered woodpecker with knife-sharp beak 
explains laws of physics to playful children 
who race their bikes on oak-lined avenues 
in preparation for the future phase 
when they assume faith-fortuned offices 
in contest over who narrates the truth. 

Cerulean shimmer of the morning sky 
reflects conceptual state of psychic being 
our brains project as vast immortal mind 
on whom we post responsibilities 
for all the good and bad that Nature shows 
with blind indifference to our fragile lives. 

On vital wings of social fortitude 
ascend the bright-eyed ghosts of cloudy realms 
embodied as the heron by the pond 
who dares reclaim weird mystery of the stone 
by which humans, frightened by mute death, 
attempt to tame wordless forces of Nature. 

Bold vigor pulsing in our hungry hearts 
compels aggressive passion to attend 
religious service of communal hope 
with arms outstretched to empty sky of faith 
that measures maturation of our souls 
as we achieve sufficient height of love. 

Awake with timeless attitude of faith, 
while strolling among hundred-year-old oaks 
that arch high cathedrally beautiful 
to cast bright atmosphere of holy awe, 
I prepare my heart for fierce civil war 
to stand on the right side of history.