Gospel Of The Caring Smile
Gospel Of The Caring Smile
© Surazeus
2026 08 16
Each dawn when Odin smiles at ghosts of men
I look from office window of my hope
and wonder who the strangers are who walk
nowhere across narrow scope of my mind
with casual indifference to suffering
people in distant lands endure with grace.
No matter where I wander in the world
I meet the Gray Wanderer on the road
who offers small box with the angel tongue,
or in the room where picture frames slip slant
at sideways readjustment of the mind
because he always seems to know me first.
My brain will flash with secret memories
at sudden gust of wind from the Great Voice
which erases words of fake languages
and traps their concepts in smooth river stones
so they become the horse of poetry
who gallops laughing on the hill of skulls.
Because half-open door of secret faith
exposes potent passion for sweet fruit,
I file restraining order against Death
who wants to help me generate new life,
but I am happy in my forest hut
reading the last book my god-soul once wrote.
Startled at vision of the Wanderer,
whose time-mapped visage of assertive faith
smiles back at me from mirror of the mind,
I hide bright halo shining on my head
with flashing cables of the world wide web
to prove my true street credibility.
Inspired by words of blood in holy books
to find the Garden of the Unicorn,
I stand in middle of the busy road
and wave to faceless people driving past
because no creature in this world can last
except for our first god, the humming toad.
When I feel lost in haze of innocence
that shrouds rugged hills of Arcadia,
the one-eyed Wanderer of Anywhere
provides advice with riddles of the fool
who always knows more than the haughty king
because only the weak claim right to rule.
If Odin rides the train over the Alps
to visit Shrine of Mary by the lake,
he may be startled by epiphany
that Womb of Woman generates new souls,
so he tours television studios
to preach the gospel of the caring smile.
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Orpheus and Odin walk about the city of lost souls to give food and clothing to the homeless disenfranchised by the capitalist system of win or lose.
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