Rites Of Feasting And Play

Rites Of Feasting And Play
© Surazeus
2019 03 05

Though all we say and do will disappear 
in cold indifferent wind of swirling time, 
we leave our footprints in the sands of love 
to show our lost children where they can run 
before relentless tides of change rise high 
to drown these cities we forge with our hands. 

Though wild natural disasters will destroy 
everything we build from our dreams of hope, 
smashing temples and homes in sudden fury 
of inevitable destruction and decay, 
we must continue to construct our garden 
so while we still live we can work and play. 

After we labor all week at our jobs, 
or study in school to increase our wisdom, 
we sit together by the sparkling lake 
to feast and drink in the warm glowing sun, 
and celebrate beauty of life with song, 
savoring pleasure till fierce storms of death blast. 

This ancient planet spiraling through space 
around life-nursing sun that spins through void, 
conjured our bodies from womb of her sea, 
and urged us to rise from the lake of dreams, 
so we savor rites of feasting and play 
till Mother Earth consumes our souls of clay.