Glorious Sun Of Faith

Glorious Sun Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 05 27

The flock of wild swans descends to the lake 
with flurry of wings woven from starlight 
that scatters shadows of fear in the reeds 
where seven girls gather mussels and eggs, 
for they are graceful daughters of Moon Mother 
who boil stew in cauldron of the blind crone. 

The woman in the lounge chair on the beach, 
wind-tangled hair bound by floppy straw hat, 
gazes through gold eyes of eternity 
to contemplate each node of human life 
that strings our bodies across the landscape 
where we build fragile castles in the sand. 

Beneath umbrella of the careful sky, 
she listens to her seven daughters sing 
while they fill buckets with clams and sand crabs 
for holy mother on the ziggurat 
to roast for supper as the evening falls 
ten thousand years along coast of the world. 

Faces glowing gold from the crackling flames 
just as the bright blazing sun vanishes 
beyond the far horizon of desire, 
the seven sisters of the rising moon 
sing heart-enchanting tunes of aching hope 
while crowds of people listen reverently. 

Sharp eerie melody of their sweet choir 
suspends the frantic sense of passing time 
so stars gleam bright forever overhead 
as people gathered round the ziggurat 
feel their bodies swell with divine respect 
and all their hearts beat in love harmony. 

How strange the glow of orange fire in the sky 
just on the edge of sharp infinity 
as subtle rays pierce hearts of voiceless souls 
with ache of melancholy tinged with love 
that radiates from our bodies as we hum 
in tune with hymn the seven sisters sing. 

On pure white swan wings of my ancient heart 
I glide along the winding coast of time 
ten thousand years from Egypt to Sumeria 
to India to China to Alaska to Mexico 
where millions of small ziggurats glow bright 
with fires as families gather for the feast. 

I see on ziggurat of motherhood 
First Mother Amen stands with arms outstretched, 
head haloed by the glorious sun of faith, 
as she recites Creation of the Earth, 
then fills each cup with sparkling wine of truth, 
so we sing and dance till the end of time.