My Mother called out to me,
I had to come
To the depths of Her longing
my spirit would run
From four thousand feet,
She cried clear and loud
And as Her first born,
I rushed downward and proud
From the Canadian Rockies,
my destiny ran
Through Glacier and Yellowstone,
where all time began
At Page Her arms opened,
pulling me in
And She welcomed my rapids,
to baptize again
Reborn in the current
of their unbroken dream
She shouted my name,
the past-future redeemed
My intention now raging,
my soul shared with them
She asked of my Father,
Her words formed the wind
I said, “He is sleeping,”
His tears for you melt
His promise now drained,
His love greatly felt
Her heart pounding furious,
Her depths I now fill
Her womb I reenter
—my Father instilled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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beautifully stunning.
Thanks, Kevin. I just got back from my semi-annual visit to see my spiritual parents—the Rocky Mountains and Grand Canyon.
oh wow, how lucky are you then? I dream about the Rocky mountains going there all the time.
This was absolutely gorgeous. A poem that leaves you satisfied for hours after it's reading. I can feel the replenishment when you intertwine natural elements with yourself. "And She welcomed my rapids, to baptize again". What a beautiful gift to be passed down. An understanding of the power nature can have on us, even though humans try so hard to separate themselves. Thank you, this poem made my day.
...and you just made mine, Nick.
Thanks so much
Kurt
Kurt, while reading the poem, before seeing your answer to Kevin, in my mind is saw this trickle in the Rockies become a brook, then a river, then a stream, finally emptying into the ocean (womb).
What is beautiful with a great poem like this one, is that each reader can perceive it in a different way, maybe based on the reader's past and imagination.
Great writing, as usual.
Thanks, Fred
gosh.
Beautiful.
With great appreciation, thanks.
Kurt
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