God Walks Through My Soul

God Walks Through My Soul
© Surazeus
2025 05 31

When God walks through my soul with burning wings 
I rise up from dark webbing of the sea 
to crawl along bright river of fierce hope, 
and climb up sprawling tree to grasp ripe fruit, 
then feast on beauty of the sun and rain 
so I can sing of how I love this Earth. 

If God walks through my soul with flashing dreams 
recording memories of ancestral brains, 
I sprout from matrix of the mountain cave 
that molds my body from soil of the Earth 
so I emerge from darkness of my heart 
woven from roots of trees that feed my flesh. 

Since God walks through my soul with whirling wings 
of wild transcendent anguish to soar high, 
I breathe ethereal spirit of respect 
when I look back on road of life I blazed 
to see my face reflected in the pool 
till I hear Echo call my secret name. 

Till God walks through my soul with gleaming eyes 
I dive deep in dark abyss of my dreams 
where my god-soul is darkness of the Earth 
composed of atoms swerving in the void 
that flare forth from first flash of the big bang 
to weave weird neural network of my brain. 

World God walks through my soul with weaving light 
that flares in flames of heart-surrounding walls 
containing stories of humanity 
in one expansive sphere of vibrant minds 
who dance in circle of tall monoliths 
where vision screens portray our psychic myths. 

Tree God walks through my soul with blooming fruit 
that draws nutritious energy of faith 
from teeming darkness of the Underworld 
where ghosts of every soul who ever lived, 
sucked by hungry roots, fatten me with love 
when I consume fruits of Earth Energy. 

Your God walks through my soul with chanting spells 
that program how my brain perceives the world 
from holy scripture of prophetic code 
presenting Mother Madonna with Child 
who dwell safe in lush monastery garden 
where roots of trees drink blood of fallen angels. 

Star God walks through my soul with humming words 
that pull my darkness from vortex of truth 
to spiral far across the universe 
as sperm that fertilizes egg of hope 
which generates this body of my soul 
so I burn with song till I become dust.