Is God to interpret
and religion the why
Is forever too heavy
to pledge bye and bye
Does the Devil provide balance
to a concept in stone
Is he laughing inside us
mocking all that we know
Is God left to children
and those purest of heart
Is all truth chained to symbols
has its lock come apart
Are the years there to change us
is each day meant to count
Are the scriptures worth hearing
if belief has to shout
To those fanatics among us
yes, you know who you are
A power looms distant
beyond testament’s scar
Its claim staked by no one,
its icon’s unseen
And its reckoning comes
—when you wake from this dream
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Wow...a gripping read!
āAnd itās reckoning comes
āwhen you wake from this dreamā
Iām not sure about waking
āfrom this dreamā!
~Laura~
... the deception of our conscious selves!
Indeed!
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