Wednesday, June 11, 2025

River Stone Of Faith

River Stone Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 06 11

For millions of years I am the white stone 
reflecting inner beauty of the sun, 
but now I am the river that flows swift 
and dances in the startling light of rain 
with scent of trees and flowers in the soil 
from which I rise on throbbing wings of breath. 

I am the ghost of every conscious being 
through which the water in my body passed 
across the spirit-weaving spin of time 
four hundred million years of eager hope 
which animates this fragile frame of flesh 
as temporary node for dreaming genes. 

The young girl with long flowing hair of light 
crouches in shallow river pool of faith, 
collecting eggs of language from soft muck 
so she can sing strange beauty of the sun 
that blooms as apples from long hands of trees 
who transform rain to fruit of innocence. 

Fierce dragon writhing in deep pool of hope 
emerges from dark shadow of despair 
and soars toward heaven on wings of desire, 
but when she sees him with her mirror eyes 
he tumbles back to Earth in human form 
who follows her as she grows tall and wise. 

When humble archivist who scribes book tales 
escorts her through the woods to be his bride, 
the wealthy lord who stole his tribal land 
pierces his heart with sword of arrogance 
so dragon spirit wakes up in his mind 
and urges him to oppose tyranny. 

Shaking silver bells of delightful play, 
she dances in the ring of vibrant stones 
to lure demonic spirit of cruel greed, 
then chants conceptual hymn of honesty 
expelling ghoul of hatred from his mind 
to free him from possession of despair. 

Awake in body of my mortal flesh, 
immortal soul of genes that forms my brain 
remembers every life since dawn of time, 
so I climb tree of knowledge to pluck fruit 
and give it to my pregnant bride with love 
who generates life from my holy spirit. 

Together at round table in our home 
we teach our children how to speak their minds 
describing dreams that motivate their roles 
which they perform in social game of love, 
for words transform the way we life our lives 
till we become the river stone of faith. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus finds the river stone of faith gleaming with crystal purity of starlight, so he gives it to Ophelia as her light in darkness of the world.

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