Certificate unsigned
pen firmly in hand
The bliss not for barter
its insight free-stands
Faith and acceptance
may go where they please
To my grave and beyond
the verse teaches and frees
No savior I ask for
forgiveness I shun
Redemption unspoiled
new ink on the run
Till one day uncovered
hidden deep on the shelf
A message unchristened
buried dark and unfelt
Where the voice I was gifted
and the music I heard
In themselves live forever
—free unbaptized words
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Kurt,
“Where the voice I was gifted
and the music I heard”
Another gem for my reading pleasure!
Forever thankful for the gift of YOUR voice!
~Laura~
...and I for a reader (friend) like you. Thanks again.
Kurt
😊
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