Tonight through the darkness,
I wander and crawl
The faces seem ghoulish,
my past to recall
Unsure of direction,
I listen for sounds
To possibly guide me,
as fire abounds
I look to my left,
as hooves thunder past
I look to my right,
and Beelzebub laughs
All colors have gone,
just the fieriest red
I live out my fear,
I live out my dread
One hope then to muster,
that faith remains true
And guides me inclement,
past demons anew
Despair almost total,
regret full in charge
I squint through the smoke,
there’s new light from afar
I plod on my knees,
and it grows brighter still
As the temperature drops,
and the moment is chilled
Once free of damnation,
my life starts again
With sacred commitment,
forgiven of sin
My tomorrows in passing,
I live for today
Belief my salvation
—as humbly I pray
(1st Book Of Prayers May, 2019)
I wander and crawl
The faces seem ghoulish,
my past to recall
Unsure of direction,
I listen for sounds
To possibly guide me,
as fire abounds
I look to my left,
as hooves thunder past
I look to my right,
and Beelzebub laughs
All colors have gone,
just the fieriest red
I live out my fear,
I live out my dread
One hope then to muster,
that faith remains true
And guides me inclement,
past demons anew
Despair almost total,
regret full in charge
I squint through the smoke,
there’s new light from afar
I plod on my knees,
and it grows brighter still
As the temperature drops,
and the moment is chilled
Once free of damnation,
my life starts again
With sacred commitment,
forgiven of sin
My tomorrows in passing,
I live for today
Belief my salvation
—as humbly I pray
(1st Book Of Prayers May, 2019)
Wishes Live To Hope
The more I think I really know,
the less I understand
The farther out to sea I drift,
the more I miss the land
The stormier the days repeat,
my soul to chase the sun
The rules I once thought hard and fast,
denounced and on the run
The more I think, the less I feel,
my spirit inexcused
The hours spent off from myself,
those times I stay confused
As days fade into sleepless nights,
the moon to haunt my dreams
Where wishes live to hope again
—if I can just believe
(1st Book Of Prayers: June, 2019)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Thanks H.
We all have to walk through some hell and suffering to truly find God and peace,thus, Salvation
Great piece
Thanks Blue.
Kurt,
‘Where wishes live to hope again
—if I can just believe’
As I finished my sixth round of the second cycle, I do believe and hope…again!
Thank you for sharing these two relatable poems from your ‘(1st Book Of Prayers May, 2019)’.
I read your two great poems today. I reflected upon them…and now I acknowledge them with my comments while ‘Humbly I Pray’. Perfect ending to my day.🙏🏻
Laura🌻
Thanks Laura, you're in my Rosary.
You’re welcome…
and you know how much I appreciate YOU for keeping me in your Rosary. 🙏🏻💝
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