Tuesday, February 1, 2022

Still Waters Of Lost Faith

Still Waters Of Lost Faith
© Surazeus
2022 02 01

The situation cannot be ignored 
in which the wingless angel forgets why 
our deathless mother invents secret name 
that guides our journey in waste land of hope 
to sit beside still waters of lost faith 
and feast at table heaped with rotten fruit. 

Without the broken tablet of fake words 
that crumbles like stale bread in trembling hands 
the wingless angel cannot find true way 
that leads through labyrinth of the howling queen 
to weep beside still waters of lost faith 
and talk to mute god in the empty sky. 

The deathless mother on the pyramid 
who watches lightning strikes define the truth 
weeps with anguish as she wanders alone 
in maze of market streets with moaning wind 
to groan beside still waters of lost faith 
and name the corpses rotting in dry dust. 

The wingless angel with one tear-wet eye 
climbs shining pyramid of divine truth 
to find goddess of immortality 
but stands in temple of the faceless god 
to laugh beside still waters of lost faith 
as only person to survive the plague. 

I wake from dream of ancient Babylon 
with aching heart to climb the pyramid 
where Ishtar sings creation of the world, 
amazed my soul is still alive on Earth 
to sing beside still waters of lost faith 
through countless generations of rebirth. 

Though we build systems of commercial work 
producing food for everyone to eat, 
natural disasters of storms, plagues, and wars 
obliterate our empires from the Earth, 
to wait beside still waters of lost faith 
till we flourish again with loving hope. 

Though plagues and storms destroy gardens of fruit 
I shepherd homeless refugees of war 
who build new gardens where children play free 
till new empires rise from ruins of death 
to thrive beside still waters of lost faith 
till indifferent nature grinds us to dust. 

I wake in dream of revived Avalon 
with aching heart to climb the castle tower 
and watch people in crowded market place 
sell beautiful things they make with their hands, 
to dance beside still waters of lost faith 
while Earth keeps spinning in the void of death. 


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