Kurt Philip Behm

Final Draft (+1)

My poetry selfish,

a teacher I’m not,

my message once for saying

 

Instruction a tool

long missing and gone,

imagery not relaying

 

The ivory tower

a dungeon to me

where freedom goes to die

 

The wind in the willows,

a hawk on the wing

—my verse to course and fly

 

(The New Room: October, 2021)

 

 

...Et Spiritus Sancti

 

Born fully human,

more fully Divine

 

Our Savior upon us,

existence sublime

 

The sum of three persons,

all persons as one

 

His love in the mystery

sent down from above

 

A choice beyond question,

its truth beyond fact

 

All faith in transcendence

—unsetting the trap

 

 (Dreamsleep: October, 2021)