The bow of
God’s wrath
is restrung in
the dark
To target
injustice
and hate
as its mark
Each arrow
His judgment
of life
in the main
And striking
dead center
He frees us
— again
(1st Book Of Prayers: May, 2025)
Escaping The Hourglass
YEARS
into months
MONTHS
into weeks
WEEKS
into days
DAYS
into hours
HOURS
into minutes
MINUTES
into seconds
SECONDS
into moments
MOMENTS
— sublime
(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Karma they say or justice depending upon belief. Nicely done Kurt
You never see those arrows coming in the dark 🙂
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