In the beginning God cried…
He cried for His fallen Angel
and He cried for His Son
His tears forming the great rivers and oceans
His sighs the vast deserts
His pain the tall mountains
His light from the darkness
His love the first garden upon which we sinned
—in the beginning God cried
(Ronald McDonald House: December, 2021)
Braden's Song
“You may be declared the winner, Papa
—but you never beat the game”
(Grandson: Glastonbury Connecticut: November, 2021)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Beautiful🙂
Thanks C.
Kurt,
• “Creation’s Tears”
Before I read your masterfully scripted poem this morning, I heard the devastating news about the deadly massive tornadoes. It truly saddened me . Each time something like this happens, it makes me appreciate my life more…no matter the pain and the heartaches.
…and I believe God is still crying, IMHO; this also saddens me.
I DO appreciate your poetry more and more each day. Thank you for sharing.
Laura🌻
Very kind as usual.
Kurt,
• “Braden’s Song”
I suppose one can win the game but not beat it.
A very astute grandson.
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Thank you for sharing.
Laura🌻
I have 4, and I hate to brag, but Braden tests as genius. As a 7 year old, he’s hard to stay ahead of. He loves mechanical things and can do the most complex Lego arrangements that leave me wanting…
If Braden’s arrangements leave you wanting, imagine if someone like me were to see what he can do.🤩
God Bless your amazing 7 year old grandson and your other three grandchildren. May they
‘Live Long and Prosper’!
Beautiful words, Laura. Thank you sincerely.
Kurt
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