Kurt Philip Behm

Through The Glass Darkly (+2)

Poets believe

they were born out of time,

each era too early, too late,

out of rhyme

 

Creations main doctrine

for those so inclined

connects what’s unspoken

—to a far greater mind

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)

 

 

Universalis Intuitus

 

Synderesis primal,

as reason surrounds

First principles calling,

eternity bound

 

The well ever deepening,

more buckets to haul

New congregants pledging

—awaiting the call

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)

 

 

Heaven\'s Imprint

 

Though happy when wealthy

I’m happy when poor

my happiness fluid

and flows from the core

 

The riches inside me

their bounty implied

with love as the constant

rejection denied

 

All queens in their castles

each king on his throne

their gentry in waiting

court jesters bemoan

 

True joy in the notion

not fashioned by whim

That our souls were imbued

—and sainted within

 

(The First Book Of Prayers: December, 2021)