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.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, February 1, 2022
Still Waters Of Lost Faith
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