Beatified (+2)

Kurt Philip Behm

Prayer without indemnity,

prejudice, or blame,

weaponizing Diety…

a dogma-based refrain

 

Through Him our Divinity

rejoining heart and mind,

to truly know Who reigns supreme

last sacrament defined

 

Religion like the training wheels

discarded when we we’re young,

to free the rider in the wind

—His spokes forever spun

 

(Easter Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

 

 

Time's Grip

 

Trapped inside a wasteland,

dying inch by inch

 

Slave inside a rusted heart,

feelings chained then lynched

 

Later now than yesterday,

earlier than goodbye

 

Spooled like thread that can’t be sewn,

the needle asking why

 

But time contorts, reversing,

trumpets call you home

 

Eyes unspoken, voice untouched,

senses all atoned

 

Words on fire with freedom stirred,

reasons scorched and bare

 

A silence brewing louder,

new light burns through the air

 

Eleven Angels fly as one,

and twelfth, you join their throng

 

With wings now soaring inward

—time’s grip left dead and gone

 

(Airplane To Seattle: March 8, 2017)

 

 

Triage Verdad

 

Writing,

the only suture…

when truth starts to bleed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 16th, 2022 09:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Bella Shepard

    Lovely combination. Love the last 3 lines, so very true.

  • Jerry Reynolds

    A very fine trip, Kurt

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Very kind. Thanks Jerry.

  • LaurašŸŒ»

    Dear Kurt,

    Three great reads, especially ā€˜Beatifiedā€™.
    Thank you for sharing this beautiful Easter gift.

    LaurašŸŒ»

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Glad you liked it. Thanks Laura.

    Kurt



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