Th Angels Dance

Kurt Philip Behm

Speaking to not one

  but the multitudes,

  the prophet bowed his head

 

And blessed within his servitude,

  the poor and hungry

  were given bread

 

Starting again

  his eyes looked up,

  and through a plain white cloth he bled

 

While standing in the place

  his father had,

  and repeating those words he said…

 

    “Don’t worship me,

      Redeem yourself,

      Divinity, yours at hand

 

     “Wash their feet,

       And free your mind,

       Bring peace throughout the land

 

     “Thank not one,

       But all you meet

       For a soul no longer wracked

 

     “And with each new breath 

       The Angels dance

         —salvation looking back”

 

     (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

 

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 5th, 2018 23:41
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  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,

    Your beautiful poem reads like a prayer that warms my heart!

    ~Laura~

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Just for you, thanks.

    Kurt



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