Energy Of Ardent Hope
© Surazeus
2026 03 14

Honey and butter on toasted sourdough bread
delight my heart with pleasure of sweet taste
when I contemplate strange meaning of life
at home with my family on Sabbath night,
soul bathed in nurturing glimmer of light,
revived by energy of ardent hope.

No angel may hear me when I cry out
with terror at beauty of life and death,
but humans on Earth understand my song
when I vanish in power of soul light
that designs my mind with loving insight,
transformed by energy of ardent hope.

Unleashing wings of desire from my heart,
I throw emptiness out of my bound arms
to expand space of joy where I may breathe
ethereal spirit of demonic might
on which I pass fear with intimate flight,
propelled by energy of ardent hope.

Pure Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil
rises from rotten desire of my heart
to tremble with silence of timeless change
that intimates beginning of my flight
to sing with Orpheus in sheltering light,
enshrined by energy of ardent hope.

Sparked awake by first blissful tone of love,
which Orpheus teaches me to express
with ringing melody I play on lyre,
I ask Death to elucidate mortal plight
as theme that consumes me with anguished fight,
restored by energy of ardent hope.

Alert to monstrous horror of desire
that drives men to kill each other for power
in mindless rage to gain immortal life,
I seize divine strength to play slender lyre
with passionate breath of pneumatic rite,
contrived by energy of ardent hope.

Message that creates itself from my voice
when I declare with optimistic faith
that we weave our fate with each choice we make,
grows monstrous when exposed to cogent light
that glow of our conscious mind is finite,
unbroken by energy of ardent hope.

Possessed by spirit Orpheus radiates,
I sing redemption of passionate love
that fills our hearts with mountain strength of faith
to aid each other when our souls recite
holy hymns we help playful sprite ghostwrite,
designed by energy of ardent hope.

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Orpheus takes me to meet Rainier Rilke in Duino Castle where I play guitar to translate song of ocean waves against jagged cliffs into solemn hymns angels sing in cathedrals of skulls.

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