Someone Bombs A Hospital © Surazeus 2023 10 17 As I stroll with confident nonchalance into backyard of the house I just bought, I whisper softly with ache of my heart that I hope an owl lives in the spruce tree that spreads angelic wings to guard my home, though someone bombs a hospital in Gaza. While I drive my car to the grocery store to provide meals for my family this week, I consider how hard good farmers work to raise crops in vast fields of sun and rain that help feed millions of people in cities, though someone bombs a hospital in Ukraine. When I attend the genteel theater to watch the opera Tristan and Isolde, I ponder nature of passionate love that urges humans to regenerate children who search for the meaning of life, though someone bombs a hospital in Sudan. If I stand in church to sing solemn hymns praising God who created this whole world, I question why people form nation-states based on ancestral claim of ownership, then kill each other over river vales, though someone bombs a hospital in Syria. Since I love to express dreams of my heart while I strum guitar Mercury designed, I get up on stage in Bohemian bar and sing quaint folk songs my grandmother taught me she learned as a child in the old home country, though someone bombs a hospital in Thailand. As I walk mountain trail in swirling mist among tall pines in hills near Mount Takoma, I recite poems of Basho and Du Fu, then play bamboo flute by tall waterfall to cherish beauty of Nature with love, though someone bombs a hospital in Bosnia. While I study history in the library that records reigns of kings and presidents, I analyze march of cause and effect to evaluate rise and fall of empires based on technology humans develop, though someone bombs a hospital in Sri Lanka. Since I love spirit of humanity that blooms in cultures all around the Earth, I pray for people to cooperate creating food and art with crafty hands so we build Heaven where we live in peace, though someone bombs a hospital in Iraq.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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