Gold River Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 04 28

I love the little gold river that flows
between grassy banks of bushes and trees,
so I strip off my name and social class,
and swim nude in the cool water of faith
which cleanses my heart of sorrow and fear
where I float with the cheerful tweets of birds.

Though our great land from sea to shining sea,
teeming with people who work to create
Heaven in their homes to live safe and free,
is now oppressed by vicious tyranny
by greedy thief who hates our Liberty,
I love the little gold river of faith.

Every eighty years in turning of time
we must join forces of our frightened hearts
to fight for justice and freedom for all,
against monarchy, against slavery,
against fascism, and against oligarchy,
so we live as we will, if we harm none.

While I float mute in gold river of faith,
I feel spirit of water forged by stars
shimmer with immortal soul of sunlight
that weaves bright threads of fortune in my heart
to bind my conscious mind to core of Earth
till I begin to sing old hymn of love.

This water flowing in river of dreams
has formed the bodies of organic souls
over four hundred million years of life,
rising as cold mist, floating as huge clouds,
falling as bright rain, flowing in wide streams,
then pulsing in neuron cells of our brains.

Soil soaks water from torrents of rain,
roots suck water in networks of cells,
fruits swell pungent with water of life,
animals eat grass and leaves from thick trees,
and people eat animals, herbs, and fruit,
so we are the water of Earth that dreams.

Following Mercury through swirling mist,
I walk along the river against flow
to explore its way from the mountain vale
where water springs from cavern of the mind
and winds around hills to the sunlit sea
where humans build their stately pleasure domes.

I row my small boat gently down the stream,
past walled gardens where children eat and play
while everyone waves and calls out my name
to offer their thanks for my guardianship
adjudicating peace for every soul
who thrives at home by gold river of faith.

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Orpheus floats in the soul-sustaining waters of the sacred river where he patrols to maintain peace as River God who guards the people with love.

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