Homeland Of Our Hearts
© Surazeus
2025 02 09

With every leaf that falls on temple steps
to measure progress of seasonal change,
we sit together in the cool tree shade
to feel strange sorrow of the river flow
urge our hearts to beat with respectful love
as we feel our bodies and minds decay.

I want more bold passion out of this life
than waiting in dim shadows of the sun
for Death to flash my soul back to the stars,
yet I feel paralyzed with shock of fear
that gang of greedy men with sticks and stones
chased us from fertile land our fathers tilled.

We worked soil of this farm two hundred years,
extracting many wagonsful of ripe wheat
to bake bread that has fed bodies and souls
of every family living in this town,
yet, jealous of our principled success,
they nursed hate with greed to seize fruitful fields.

Since we possess knowledge for growing wheat,
and they know nothing but how to attack,
we can apply our secret family skills
to grow wheat anywhere on river shores
while they will fail and lay waste to our farm,
proving our legal right of stewardship.

Though we were driven out with prejudice
from fields of heaven we tended with care,
we can build heaven in waste land of hell
by nurturing seeds with rivulets of hope,
while their careless greed wastes heaven to hell
by trashing rich crops with dishonest greed.

If any divine judge rules in the sky,
and perceives injustice of harsh abuse
we suffer from exploiters with cruel hands,
then heaven will mandate our right of place
to dwell between the river and the sea
with creative hands that craft the land well.

Alas for justice we will never know
that no omniscient deity in heaven
has power to adjust slow wheels of fortune
so fate rewards intentions of our hearts
to create with faith rather than destroy
paradise where every person lives well.

Though we have lost the homeland of our hearts,
the world, new lit by eager rays of dawn,
that stretches wide before our hopeful feet,
offers us endless opportunities
with generous bounty of indifferent growth
so we treasure home wherever we roam.

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Orpheus leads refugees driven from their homes across the waste land to help them build new farms in the Promised Land.

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