My Father Instilled

Kurt Philip Behm

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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Comments5

  • kevin browne

    beautifully stunning.

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks, Kevin. I just got back from my semi-annual visit to see my spiritual parents—the Rocky Mountains and Grand Canyon.

      • kevin browne

        oh wow, how lucky are you then? I dream about the Rocky mountains going there all the time.

      • Nicholas M. Langford

        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.

        • Kurt Philip Behm

          ...and you just made mine, Nick.

          Thanks so much

          Kurt

        • FredPeyer

          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.

        • Quemis

          gosh.

          Beautiful.

        • Kurt Philip Behm

          With great appreciation, thanks.

          Kurt



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