Spirit Of Christ Mithras © Surazeus 2024 12 12 When I pass by the shopping mall in town I see the face of Mithras in the glass, so I pause in glare of the winter sun and remember Christ Mithras with a prayer whose birthday at Christmas we celebrate, reborn from the soul-cleansing cave of dreams. When villagers out in the countryside were trapped inside their safe log cabin homes buried by several feet of blizzard snow, King Wenceslaus, descendant of Christ Mithras, drove sleigh heaped with bags of food over fields to find smoke curling from chimneys in snow. Sliding down the stone chimney of each house, Saint Wenceslaus, now known as Santa Claus, brought bags of food and goods to every home so peasants trapped by snow could feast and sing, exchanging gifts their kind-hearted king brought, and cheered as he continued in the night. So many peasants trapped by blizzard snow remembered visits on dark winter nights when Good King Wenceslaus with hearty laugh appeared with sudden joy in ashen hearths, bringing meat, cakes, and bottles of ripe wine, then left them singing to dispel despair. Christ Mithras and his wise Bohemian son, though long ago have passed from dream of time, remain as shining idols of good cheer, embodied by the man who works all year to help people of our nation he serves achieve best skills their talents help them earn. No living men these days in halls of power, who sit in seat of judgment we respect, could channel selfless love Christ Mithras gave, for soon our nation of democracy will be controlled by cruel tyrant of greed, Midas who steals wealth from our working hands. Beset by Midas, opposite of Mithras, our nation, that was thriving from hard work of citizens who respect fair law courts, will soon collapse from clamor of blind thieves emboldened to exploit our work for wealth till everyone fights for their gain in vain. When our noble state, based on principle of equal justice through freedom for all, collapses from civil war over wealth, will spirit of Christ Mithras rise again and save our republic from tyranny when we elect President Wenceslaus.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus joins Saint Wenceslaus as spirit of Christmas in Christ Mithras reborn to bring food and goods to people buried in snow of debt across the land.
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