Masked With Seraphic Light

Masked With Seraphic Light
© Surazeus
2026 01 31

Embrace my body when I die, great Earth, 
so I may live masked with seraphic light 
bestowed as grace by angel of my heart 
who congregates in one immortal Muse 
all female ancestors who weave my soul 
from their memories that program how I love. 

Ascension on effective wings of faith 
provides pure psychic energy of hope 
for me to dance on light quicksilver toes 
on winding path around harsh obstacles 
so I evade cruel Death in Slough of Despond 
when I transform on whirring edge of night. 

Blind Mother Sea creates from beams of light 
these heavy bodies of muscles on bones 
through which immortal spirit of our genes 
transcends immensity of pulsing byss 
along jeweled streams to sheltering lakes 
where we rise from water to walk on Earth. 

While hard Earth, carved in curves by wind and rain, 
supports our journey to the Promised Land, 
she shelters our frail bodies in her heart 
when temporary nodes of conscious souls 
wither and decay till we fade away 
and sleep while our children maintain our soul. 

Perennial flowers bloom from corpse of God 
whose chemical engine of chugging veins 
urges passionate response of tense hope 
as Isis searches every land on Earth 
to find his severed limbs of rotten flesh 
and sew fragments of Horus in one mind. 

Now wild Prometheus, restored to life 
by Doctor Frankenstein in castle tower, 
presides over corporate empire of wealth 
that binds sovereign nations with strands of greed 
in global state of fraught relationships 
as fractured federation based on faith. 

Yet Queen of Maytime, rising from despair, 
still burning bright with holy taunts of prayer, 
howls wild with mantra of the flower child 
to rule war-torn world as Lord of Misrule 
so Jesus joins with Buddha on high hill 
to flash the world awake with blinking eye. 

All brutal tyrants grasping reins of power, 
who try to kill all who oppose their rule, 
exhaust their souls from bitter rage of hate 
when Earth embraces them with gentle arms 
and snuffs out flames of war so trees of fruit 
may bloom from corpses of their rotten souls.