No need to impress
or need to define
what rests deep inside me
within the sublime
All praise and all glory
goes to the Lord
immune from false tribute
to free every word
Time as the temptress
exposed in His wake
the One and the Only
not early nor late
His calling upon me
my arms open wide
to dig up my treasure
—and travel divine
(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments1
Wow! There is a clarity and sublime feel about this. Thanks ever so kindly for sharing.
Thank you so much!
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