In the end
there is only
one truth
In the end
one Voice
coming through
In the end
a chorus
of joy
In the end
His love
to employ
In the end
alone
with my thoughts
In the end
no longer
distraught
In the end
all fortune
beholds
In the end
His arms
— to enfold
(First Book Of Prayers: December, 2025)
-
Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Offline) - Published: December 25th, 2025 13:49
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 5
Offline)
Comments1
Nicely done Kurt in the end it is so whether he is God or death there is only that. Nicely said. Merry Christmas to you
The Best Of The Holidays !
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.