Fragments Of Frail Faith

Fragments Of Frail Faith
© Surazeus
2025 03 31

When the storm of electric innocence 
blows over our home in dense Raven Wood 
I hear laughter of Ungod in blue sky 
howl with cruel mockery at human pride, 
so I glare mute at Jupiter or Zeus, 
and grin that my fathers gave storms weird names. 

I peer in shadows of gold afternoon 
to see the faceless ghosts of souls long dead 
that glow with wisdom of experience, 
so I try to decode their wordless pain 
to understand grim sorrow of their loss 
which people still suffer in every age. 

Broken tree limbs of twisted memories 
crash into the yards of hope-haunted homes 
that chill our hearts with specter of decay 
as despair coagulates in crippled form 
that crawls across debris of our world view, 
tangled in rotten beauty of our faith. 

Emerging from shattered shelter of trust, 
we gather fractured fragments of frail faith 
decontextualized from established framework 
as long-accepted information memes 
disconnected from firm matrix of truth 
that exposes its artificial structure.