Kurt Philip Behm

Pointing The Way (+3)

In the search for Crazy Horse,

  I found myself

 

He freed my voice,

  as he opened up my heart

 

Sharpening my words

  like the tip of his lance

 

Leading me through the forest

  back into the light

 

Across the wide prairie

  where the winds blow free

 

The sun not only rising

  —but pointing the way

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

Deliverance

 

Contentment has set in

  all restlessness gone

 

The hour growing short

  —the day forever long

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

 

Distance Revealed

 

The older I get

  the closer it seems

 

The past from the future

  what’s real, to my dreams

 

The older I get

  the deeper it feels

 

Distraction aborted

  —all distance revealed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

May It Be Said

 

The kingdom of knowledge

  to its crown we are wed

 

Its light our betrothal

  its heavens our bed

 

The words ever regal

  trousseau not to beg

 

Thus will it be written

  —thus will it be said

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)