Only Myself In The Sky © Surazeus 2024 11 30 What monsters haunt the jagged mountain cliff that juts in fractured jumble from the ridge I almost sense with ache of curious dread, so I pause with courage in grove of pines, determined to investigate their haunt and prove they are nothing but bears and wolves. Six days of cautious exploration proves this ancient forest of towering pines shelters no weird demons of fairy tales my mother read to me by candlelight, yet in the eerie gloom of absence I can sense faceless deity in fresh mountain air. Retreating from their cathedral-shaped woods, I fly with breathless laughter down steep slope to small church nestled by the sparkling lake where I change into my best silver suit and lead morning service with solemn hymn that reverences spirit of God in nature. Demonic agencies of hungry fear motivate poor people across the land, driven from safe shelter of their lost homes by faceless spirit of disruptive winds, to journey west in engine-chugging cars where they pick fruit in California fields. Convinced that faith in God will provide eyes of wisdom, designed with insight of truth, for poor people to secure strength of faith that fuels their ambition to score wealth, I work beside them in fields of dim hope and lead them in songs under dreadful stars. Gathered in circle around crackling flames, we lift our hands toward eerie purple sky that shimmers over distant golden hills, and pray to silent Heaven with raw faith for clear guidance of acceptable deeds maintaining dignity under cruel whips. Inspired by dream my service conjured bold, field workers unite with courage of faith to strike against oppressive practices, demanding better wages and more rest, but black wagons arrive and men with guns shoot the leaders who bleed in golden dust. Released from jail without criminal charge, I climb again to jagged mountain cliff that juts in fractured jumble from the ridge to seek with faith that ache of curious dread which lead me to see God in everything, but I find only myself in the sky.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, November 30, 2024
Only Myself In The Sky
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Orpheus welcomes refugees from the Oklahoma dust bowl and helps them find jobs in farms in the great central valley of California.
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