Voices Of Our Ancestors
Voices Of Our Ancestors
© Surazeus
2025 02 20
If all our sorrows render use complete
with passion to transcend this frame of flesh,
might we then watch the dancing tree of fate
weave voices of our ancestors in flash
of rain that soaks with bright angelic tears
expansive meadow of our flowered moon.
Yet dark gloom looming in angelic wings
would shroud our world in howling voice of God
who shouts at us through angry wind of time
so we lie paralyzed with frantic guilt
that we could not evade cold hands of death
who shakes the fragile shelter of our hearts.
When all seems lost in bleak night of despair,
and fragile bodies that contain warm souls
dissolve in slogging mud of wordless fear,
bright rays of dawn pierce shadows of mute angst
that startle us awake from rabid dreams,
and we are born again with cheerful chirps.
Four hundred thousand years of twirling time
have not erased that dark night of despair
from sparkling neurons of my dreaming brain,
mute terror still encoded in my genes
passed down through generations of our souls
to frame how we perceive this godless world.
Much safer for our mental sanity
to believe supernatural deity
howls at us through harsh voice of thunderstorms
which spurs our fierce intention to improve
how we perform with stoic fortitude
this role we choose in drama life remains.
That faceless demon of dark thunderstorms
still haunts my memory with its harsh command
which my ancestors masked with face of God,
old All-Father with beard and blazing eyes
who taught us to survive this hostile world
with martial discipline of loving care.
So all our fathers forty thousand years
have merged in concept of our global God
who glares at us with cruel judgmental eyes
when foolish mistakes cause destructive pain,
and trains us to apply strict self-control
to confirm liberty through natural law.
Wise teachers who perform paternal role
teach us to study nature of this world
with scientific method of the mind,
recording measured effects of each cause
which code formulas for physical laws
so we create good, rather than destroy.
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