Find In Midst Of Hell

Find In Midst Of Hell
© Surazeus
2024 11 10

Though I have grown old as the winter sky, 
I will not bury world I love in snow 
though every memory of my endless life 
gleams in one snowflake of eccentric faith 
that swirls in bleak wind of forever now, 
then melts into the river that brings spring. 

Unable to save any life from death, 
I walk across meadows of nameless ghosts 
then pause at center of the universe 
with hope to hear their voices in the wind 
so I can dream strange stories of their lives 
because they vanished long before my birth. 

We all will die in turning of the world, 
but today we are alive with desire 
for my heart will live long after I die, 
at least I deceive myself with this truth, 
because only the most beautiful lie 
keeps us standing up as life knocks us down. 

With stoic endurance of river moss 
I can think in patience through the dry times, 
for hope of rain replenishes my heart 
since I secured my covenant with change 
that helps me sing as I sink in the mud 
when indifferent Nature floods my world. 

Though bombs destroy the paradise we built 
and bullets splatter souls on canvases, 
while huddled in bleak ruins of our faith 
we gaze at beauty of fruit trees on hills 
that sustain us as we walk the signless road 
across the waste land of horror and fear. 

Amid dusty ruins of bombed-out homes, 
while trudging endless maze of shattered dreams, 
I find in midst of Hell the blooming tree 
that gives me the last fruit left in the world, 
so I slice it into fragments of lost hope 
and feed it to each mute stranger I meet. 

Arriving at the locked door with no home, 
which frames this story of endurance well, 
I pull lost language from my burning throat 
and write my name and story on its shield 
so I become the truth no one can read 
till rain makes the grave my last door of hope. 

Though I am old, my children are still young, 
so this world my parents rebuilt from ruins 
that sustained fraught passage of my quest, 
they too can rebuild from ruins of war 
to guard Justice and Liberty for all, 
fruit trees that they find in the midst of Hell.