Through Darkness Of Faith

Through Darkness Of Faith
© Surazeus
2024 10 10

The tiny flame inside the silver tear, 
which my mother gave me when I was young, 
contains all the light of the universe 
expressed by formula of writhing grace, 
so I hold its glow in palm of my hand 
for it guides my way through darkness of faith. 

The eerie tune inside the silver tear, 
which falls from the leaf on my upturned face, 
records dark water of the subtle voice 
that flows with tenderness of gentle love 
to measure strength of passion I resolve 
with each cautious step through darkness of faith. 

The naked soul inside the silver tear, 
who tastes sweet blood that fountains from my heart, 
leads my shadow back to forgotten home 
where I calculate the cost of return 
which I must pay each time the river screams 
to confound my trip through darkness of faith. 

The rolling stone inside the silver tear, 
which hides my memories in Book of the Earth, 
crushes gold-footed idol of world fame 
so I can enter city of my birth 
while wearing mask of the many-faced god 
when I map old roads through darkness of faith. 

The flashing moon inside the silver tear, 
who watches me with eyes of diamond light, 
reflects immortal soul that forms my genes 
so I know how to act with gentle grace 
when I retreat from stage of history 
after I find path through darkness of faith. 

The mirror eye inside the silver tear, 
which gives me apple of sweet loneliness, 
so I gaze at vast space between the stars 
to find whole face of my infinity, 
tells me weird truth in silent words of light 
that reveal new course through darkness of faith. 

The timeless clock inside the silver tear, 
which measures patterns of atomic swirls, 
contains eternity within its wheel 
because end of the road is far ahead 
yet language of my body is finite 
so I sing to walk through darkness of faith. 

The faceless god inside the silver tear, 
who weaves my secret name from tangled words, 
tells me this world I see is mine to take 
if I can slay the demon of despair 
that haunts the valley of the singing skull 
which I bear with me through darkness of faith.