Kurt Philip Behm

Waiting For Supper

Rows of forgiveness

fallow in winter

Waiting for summer

 their treasure installed

 

Leftover morsels

heated in darkness

Sating the hunger

  of those who are called

 

Seeds from the past

replenish the future

Buried salvation  

awaits in the ground

 

Fasting on yesterday

feasting tomorrow

Waiting for supper

— when dinner bells sound   

  

(The New Room: February, 2025)