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)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Your beautiful poem reads like a prayer that warms my heart!
~Laura~
Just for you, thanks.
Kurt
🤗
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