Kurt Philip Behm

Whose Wound Reveals

The world that we escape to…

 a thunder strike to come

 

That inner passing night train

 the past and future run

 

An image once to blind you

 now guiding through the maze

 

Temptation and redemption

 twin catalysts betrayed

 

One vision chosen blindly

 new insight falls like rain

 

As darkness drains the cosmos

 reflection dyed and stained

 

But memory comes as Savior

 stigmata left behind

 

Whose wound is now a fountain

 —where flows the deeper mind

 

(Plane Back from Dallas: June, 2018)