Kurt Philip Behm

Now Open The Door

The light in the window,

the candle down the hall


The torch in the jungle,

all beacons that call


The voice in the distance,

the one just next door


The whisper screams loudest

when heard from afar


The light that once beckoned,

the one that still shines


The rays once connected,

new vision sublime


To see it and hear it,

to know it once more


The key’s in the lock

—now open the door


(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)


  • FredPeyer

    And you just opened the door to a new appreciation for your poems, Kurt!

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Thank you !

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