Can you save it in a poem,
as you free the words out loud
Can you write it as a picture,
softly drifting to the clouds
Can you fill the lines with music,
as the verse begins to score
Can you leave a troubled listener,
feeling better—wanting more
Can you deem the time now timeless,
with your message in the wind
Can you find yourself once breathless,
as your ending then begins
Can you defend the sacred question,
for those who came before
Can that poem with its gentle hand,
—release the lions roar
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: February 7th, 2017 10:54
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Comments2
I can feel your loss. At my age, I've experienced many; but not the one that you have. I have always believed that the strength/truth lies in the question (and the questioner) and not the answer.
Answers seem to change, but there's a timelessness to the questions ... As Poets, we are charged with their care.
As I said before ... You (and Michelle) are in my daily Rosary!
Kurt
Great write and great questions
Thanks again, Tony!
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