Divine Darkness Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 03 04

My heart will scry lost treasure map of faith
that reveals where the Bluebird hides my tongue
while I sleep among Arizona pines
because the children of my pulsing cells
are all the spiders crawling on the sand
who rejoice in cool sprinkling rain of spring.

Though I walk alone on signless desert road
far from my home in rain-wet Oregon,
I feel my heart of eager raven wings
woven into spider web of the land,
connected to millions of beating hearts,
so we all feel each other in our dreams.

Shocked by prophecy of the pouting Sphinx
that predicts fall of the clay-footed king,
I watch Coyote skitter across the road
with casual attitude of the lost fool
while pushing cart of apples in the suburbs
where children ask if I have popsicles.

Pausing by abandoned gas station store,
where homeless people now gather and drink,
I ask the Singing Turtle if she knows
why the flaming meteor never hits Earth,
and she explains that time circles around
so we repeat our duties every day.

Road runner races down the desert road
through tunnel painted over sandstone wall
that opens portal to alternate Earth
where fairies dance in ring of diamond stones,
but Coyote smacks at the solid wall
to symbolize my search for Paradise.

Digging water well in heart of the world
to clear room so we flourish in the land,
I signify its presence with the name
Rehoboth as symbol for Flow of Life
that waters fields of barley with new hope
which shimmer bright on our ancestral plane.

Entwined with psychic souls we never meet,
we walk as our own shadows to retrieve
treasured memories hidden in hollow oaks
with eyes of quartz that perceive secret love
heavy with false guilt of the rainless moon
moistened by silver kiss of subtle rain.

Still on threshold of ever-moving home,
that radiates with divine darkness of faith,
we share our weirdest secrets without speech
by how we hold each other in moonlight,
and give each other names that bind our hearts
with flashing ring of sacred molecules.

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Orpheus hitchhikes along the desert highways of Arizona to study the divine darkness of faith with eyes of quartz.

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