Ungod Of Ten Billion Eyes
© Surazeus
2026 09 09

I wonder how to explain with calm faith
to my ancestors awake in my mind,
who prayed so fervently up to the sky,
that there was no one up there in the stars
strumming harps in crystal halls on the clouds,
nor did Ungod do anything to help.

I feel intensity of their hard faith
as they knelt by the river of dark tears
among the rustling leaves on starry nights
and gazed up at the sky with fervent hope,
while moonlight glowed bright in their faithful eyes,
and prayed for help to overcome their fears.

I see in startling vision of my heart
their three billion faces glowing moon-white
as they knelt scattered in ten thousand towns
over six thousand years since Adam prayed
with Eve for wisdom to comprehend truth
and understand strange nature of our world.

For so many long restless centuries,
while Earth spun slowly among shining stars,
my ancestors gazed up at the sky
and asked the Faceless Spirit of all things
for help deciding how they should behave,
then chose to create and to not destroy.

Though they asked Ungod of ten billion eyes,
whose spirit they felt glowing everywhere,
endless questions about how to live life,
they always found the answer in their hearts
through application of logical code
when they analyzed effects of each cause.

Sharing wisdom they learned from bitter loss
in proverbs that explain how actions cause
effects to flow in consequence of change,
they set foundation for our social law
condensed in statement all agree is good
that we do what we will, if we harm none.

Though my ancestors prayed hard to the sky,
seeking wisdom from Spirit of the Light,
they always found deep inside their own hearts
clear answers for how to perform their role
so our actions create good things to grow
as we help each other survive this life.

Though I know now no conscious God of light
glows from all atoms spinning in the void,
I exercise logical function of prayer
to analyze each moment of my quest
so I generate life with my soulmate
in our children who live after our death.

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Orpheus gazes from the eyes of all three billion of my ancestors who lived the past six thousand years and teaches us how to sing the spirit of Ungod with joy.

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