Strategy Of Crucial Hope

Strategy Of Crucial Hope
© Surazeus
2025 11 30

To employ strategy of crucial hope, 
asserting right to breath polluted air, 
we twist our bodies with aggressive faith, 
quick to conform our spirits to sky laws 
designed by fear to confiscate our souls 
when gods eliminate mankind from time. 

Alert at black piano of his heart, 
Ludwig, with graceful arrogance of faith, 
plays his cello sonata number three 
in alpha major to enchant the trees 
who weep to feel sweet music of the stars 
that wild Orpheus played centuries before. 

While driving endless highway of blind faith, 
Narcissus thinks about vast fields of corn 
that shimmer golden on the fenceless plains 
because his tribe in waste land far away 
dwell amid ruins of their bombed-out homes 
where they plant apple trees with injured hands. 

Awake with sudden surprise of weird truth 
in old fishing boat on the mountain lake, 
Belenus gazes at bright Pleiades 
where face of his lost wife Parvati gleams 
as constellation of his aching heart, 
and smiles at ghost of her absence with love. 

Young owlish woman with star-golden eyes 
glides wickedly across the college lawn 
to transform ancient books of poetry 
into moon-winged ravens of dire urgency 
that bring her solemn scrolls of prophecy 
to warn politicians of the end times. 

After Tabiti, goddess of the hearth, 
invents the kitchen table from the wheel, 
that Helius designed to mimic the sun, 
she invites refugees from civil wars 
to sit and feast on bread, honey, and wine, 
while Ludwig plays songs on the violin. 

When forgetful snow covers rugged hills 
and buries our feast halls up to the roof, 
Saint Wenceslaus in long sun-scarlet cloak 
guides reindeer-driven sleigh across snowed fields 
and slides down chimneys with bags of fresh food, 
so we gather around the hearth to sing. 

Worshipping luminous phantom of truth, 
who smiles beneficently at souls on Earth, 
we cultivate vital glow of our brains 
in quest for true enlightenment of faith 
as we grow from wingless angels to gods 
who preserve our souls in songs till we die.