Water, ice, and steam,
the Trinity as seen
Three persons unto God,
whose will and spirit laud
In Holy contradiction,
their essence so defined
Divine interpretation,
eternity sublime
This moment of no matter,
nor past nor futures blamed
Embedded in our deepest selves,
beyond forsaken claims
“All glory to the Father,
devotion to the Son
Open to the Holy Ghost,
proclaimed—our souls become”
(Beaupre: January, 2022)
Until The Mirror Cracks
The ego of the atheist,
himself the standard bearer
Where power of a mortal mind,
inflates beyond repair
His facts he weds intensely,
dimension fencing in
What’s not explained, he must profane,
all emptiness within
Whose formulas and strictures,
his Rosary to proclaim
What can’t be solved, new facts resolve,
dismissive in his shame
The ending predetermined,
his choices lock the door
Alone, his dialectic dies
—naked to implore
(The First Book Of Prayers: January, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
…and an Amen I
proclaim unto thee.
Laura🌻
Thanks Laura
You’re most welcome, Kurt.
Good read, Kurt.
Don't remember you waxing this way before.
Thanks Jerry, my 'First Book Of Prayers' goes to the publisher soon.
Again, a Happy and Healthy New Year.
Kurt
Fantastic, congratulations. I am a proud fan.
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