Glorious Sun Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 05 27

The flock of wild swans descends to the lake
with flurry of wings woven from starlight
that scatters shadows of fear in the reeds
where seven girls gather mussels and eggs,
for they are graceful daughters of Moon Mother
who boil stew in cauldron of the blind crone.

The woman in the lounge chair on the beach,
wind-tangled hair bound by floppy straw hat,
gazes through gold eyes of eternity
to contemplate each node of human life
that strings our bodies across the landscape
where we build fragile castles in the sand.

Beneath umbrella of the careful sky,
she listens to her seven daughters sing
while they fill buckets with clams and sand crabs
for holy mother on the ziggurat
to roast for supper as the evening falls
ten thousand years along coast of the world.

Faces glowing gold from the crackling flames
just as the bright blazing sun vanishes
beyond the far horizon of desire,
the seven sisters of the rising moon
sing heart-enchanting tunes of aching hope
while crowds of people listen reverently.

Sharp eerie melody of their sweet choir
suspends the frantic sense of passing time
so stars gleam bright forever overhead
as people gathered round the ziggurat
feel their bodies swell with divine respect
and all their hearts beat in love harmony.

How strange the glow of orange fire in the sky
just on the edge of sharp infinity
as subtle rays pierce hearts of voiceless souls
with ache of melancholy tinged with love
that radiates from our bodies as we hum
in tune with hymn the seven sisters sing.

On pure white swan wings of my ancient heart
I glide along the winding coast of time
ten thousand years from Egypt to Sumeria
to India to China to Alaska to Mexico
where millions of small ziggurats glow bright
with fires as families gather for the feast.

I see on ziggurat of motherhood
First Mother Amen stands with arms outstretched,
head haloed by the glorious sun of faith,
as she recites Creation of the Earth,
then fills each cup with sparkling wine of truth,
so we sing and dance till the end of time.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury to praise First Mother Amen who sits on ziggurat of motherhood to rule her empire from Egypt to Mexico.

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