Be smart...
stop trying to act smart
Be alive...
stop talking about life
Make a decision...
stop fearing the possible outcomes
Pick a direction...
—stop spinning your wheels in space
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
My Back To The Past
Sharing blood, but nothing more,
family slipped away
Into a memory locked in steel,
old thoughts safely at bay
All contact denied, memory entombed,
though close their bodies stay
Life journeys on, my back to the past
—until my dying day
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
Salvation Divine
This poem I read
at the end of my life…
As I bid you adieu
from the joy and the strife
A verse filled with hope,
and with love from within
To carry inside you,
my song on the wind
I’ll try not to preach,
as others have done
But rather beseech you,
your songs yet unsung
To love with the strength
that’s God given inside
And to love even more,
in an unending rhyme
These words are my gift,
I bequeath you today
In the hope you’ll remember
what I last had to say
For I loved you all deeply,
your kindness I sought
And remember now sweetly,
those blessings you brought
So I leave you this morning,
and bid you farewell
I leave you together,
pledged hearts here to dwell
All strength in your sharing,
my love to remind
Your redemption awaits
—its salvation divine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: May 26th, 2019 11:07
- Category: Unclassified
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