Many Are Called (+2)

Kurt Philip Behm

Heaven

has no doorbell

Salvation

has no ring

The call redemptive

from inside

Where Angels

— flock to sing

 

(1st Book Of Prayers: March, 2024)

 

 

Distant Hooves

 

America’s

faded glory

the polo field

reminds

 

Of years

of fleeting greatness

and hopes that lived

in kind

 

A child walks

the ball field

where ponies

used to tread

 

With memories

buried deep below

their grandeur

— all but dead

 

(The New Room: March, 2024)

 

 

Darkness Waits

 

She whispers in the night

to waiting dreamers

 

She whispers in the night

where tears have shed

 

She whispers in the night

to hearts abandoned

 

She whispers in the night

— and wakes the dead

 

 (Ryszard & I: March, 2024)

 

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 31st, 2024 09:54
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