Across The Strangest Sea © Surazeus 2022 12 22 Dark bird that sings across the strangest sea may pierce my heart with ancient chill of hope so I choose how to live my life each day by building truth with matter-crafting hands for I have faith that we will meet again on timeless ocean sands of destiny. Church bells that ring across the strangest sea guide journey of my heart from tyranny to sail across the storm-wracked waves of fear till I land safe on shores of honesty where we build city shining on the hill firm on foundation of democracy. Frail ship that sails across the strangest sea bears all the sacred treasures of my heart in wakened minds of children borne from hope that we can build strong paradise of faith in hostile wilderness of hungry fear on fruited plains of self-made destiny. Our long journey across the strangest sea in quest for freedom to live as we will, where we create and try not to destroy, seems futile as we struggle every day to overcome harsh obstacles of death, but together we build democracy. Alone on wings across the strangest sea the feathered bird of our immortal hope guides us through storm to garden of fresh fruit where we hold hands and sing new hymns of faith that we can overcome suffering from fear, awake on chillest land of destiny. Though snow swirls wild across the strangest sea we gather safe in haven of our hopes where berries clothe the garden wall of faith so on the longest night of winter cold we share heart-warming light of glowing hearth while weaving dreams that form democracy. Our dreams flow bright across the strangest sea to focus clear cathexis of our hearts on Tree of Truth that grows from tombs of gods, investing energy of loving minds on bold idea that every human being is free to create their own destiny. I would fly home across the strange sea after four centuries of walking west to find our round Earth spins in starless void, but my ancient quest for truth is not done, so I sing vision beaming from my brain that generates our global democracy.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, December 22, 2022
Across The Strangest Sea
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