Lost In Paradise Of Hope
© Surazeus
2025 12 25

All truths I thought were real melt into tears
and flow away in rivers of grim fears
till blinding glitter of snow disappears
to expose bare trees and stones to sunlight
which blast illusions from my blinking sight
so I wake surprised from eternal night.

Sweet scent of pleasure billowing in woods
lures me to grove beside the sparkling stream
where cookies dangle from boughs of the pine
so I eat delicious sorrow from pain
that nourishes my heart with milk of doom
though I kneel and pray to idols of gods.

Though kidnapped from my village years ago
and forced to carry wood on jagged paths
as slave exploited by cruel castle king,
I broke free from rusted chains of mute fear
and wander lost in paradise of hope
to find my village burned to swirls of ash.

Enslaved for years to serve the castle king,
I stand alone beside the cheerful stream,
stripped of illusions so my heart can sing
garden of freedom I once saw in dream
where people work together tending trees
that gleam with apples in warm summer breeze.

Now that I am free from commercial greed,
I wander homeless in vast maze of myths
where office clerks raise families in warm homes,
staring in windows that frame cozy scenes
where they feast and sing at tables of wealth,
gathered around pine trees where angels shine.

Employed to build homes as the Carpenter,
I hammer nails in planks of scented pine,
constructing homes in vast suburban tracts
where children ride their bikes on curving lanes,
but sleep in my van on the river shore,
content with my fate as weak money slave.

Vast Roman Empire than once ruled the world
is fractured now in puzzle of small states
that fight over whose mortal man on Earth
has right to rule for the Crucified God,
so I drive my van west to Idaho
where I hike in mountains of sparkling snow.

People in hundreds of contending states
gather in churches to share food and sing,
then pray for coming of the Global King
who will unite all nations of the Earth
to enforce fair laws of equality
under reign of Justice and Liberty.

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Orpheus stops in front of the church on Christmas morning and listens to the people singing hymns to celebrate birth of the Global King, then wanders off to eat hamburger and fries in the park.

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