In a distended reality
the Buddhists were right,
but pointed they were wrong
A metaphor chosen
to soothe and delight,
but our choices a different song
Transcendent revelation
a spiritual ideal,
as today takes its pound of flesh
The totality of being
the noblest of causes
—when the moment demands no less
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)
The Devil Left Crying
Like the hub of a wheel
reality turns
Each spoke a religion
a doctrine that churns
Christians and Buddhists
spread out to the rim
Jews and then Muslims
attached deep within
The wheel turns in circles
as spokes never touch
Each message turns blindly
to act as a crutch
Until craters dismantle
….the wheel breaking free
To sink in exclusion
all truth to be seen
Spokes pile and mix
lying dead on the ground
The devil left crying
—salvation unbound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Two great writes! My favorite lines...
“As today takes its pound of flesh”...
“The devil left crying—salvation unbound”
Very interesting reads! Thank you for sharing your talents!
~Laura~
Thank you, Laura
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