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Saturday, June 20, 2026

Electric Words Of Faith

Electric Words Of Faith
© Surazeus
2026 06 20

Behind sunflower of her secret heart 
she smiles at me with graceful elegance 
to prove our bodies are rays of the sun 
woven from weird memories of the Earth 
in brains that shimmer with clock of the moon 
to whom we pray with mountain honesty. 

When I hear sparrow hiding in her eyes, 
I give her bowl of milk-sweet happiness, 
so she invites me with respectful glance 
to kneel with her outside door of our home 
so we can pray to wise Grandmother Moon 
who wonders if we understand her pain. 

Grinning with sly ardency of concern, 
she opens leather purse of angel wings, 
and scatters scarlet petals of her heart 
that swirl around my fragile ideogram 
with laughing play of joyful impudence 
which spurs my heart to wake from lethargy. 

From sorrow of the world we rise at dawn 
and walk together on the river shore 
where we send sparrows of our fractured hearts 
to find the holy mushroom of respect 
so we may taste electric words of faith 
that mean nothing to anyone but us. 

Together by the fountain of dead gods, 
where statues of demons writhe with delight, 
we ponder mystery of the twilight breeze 
that brings news of the war across the sea, 
so she holds sand of time in her left hand, 
yet never needs to explain what I know. 

Urged by fear-fueled desire to transcend death, 
we weave eccentric frenzy in taut wings 
that lift our bodies on soft waves of hope 
which seems to heal aggressive pain with love 
though ancient woods decay with constant change 
while vapors weep our burdens to the ground. 

Alert to song of toads in moonless woods, 
we wonder if they will transform at dawn 
to hungry dragons draped in eglantine 
so we rejoice when swans of summer soar 
on graceful wings above our garden pool 
where we decide to understand the why. 

Shocked by contentious laughter of night rain, 
she tells me time unspools our naive minds, 
so we share food we gather in the woods 
as we invent new words for things we see 
because we want to sense divinity 
in tune of life that hums in everything. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus and Ophelia kneel together and pray to Grandmother Moon to teach them how to understand the why of the tune of life that hums in our brains.

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